Today I was sitting on the floor, with the cat in my lap, scratching the spot under his chin that he likes so much. Without any warning, baby boy gave a mighty kick, hard enough that I could see my belly jump, and the cat went flying across the living room and under the coffee table.
After a few moments, he crept back and eyed my stomach with a curious look. When nothing happened, he circled me a few times, and gave my back a few taps with his paw as if to say, "I know you're in there, whatever you are. And I was sitting in the front, so you must have snuck in the back."
I told the cat that the new baby was just saying hello, praised him for not completely freaking out and attacking my stomach, and gave him a tuna treat. I then sat on the floor, where he allowed me to pet him from a safe distance from my belly. He kept shooting it glances, and eventually he left--a quick search of the apartment found him sitting directly in front of his food bowl, guarding it, where he has been ever since.
Official score: baby: 1, cat: 0.
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