I am not in attendance to see how the man-cub is coming along. He and his mother are back home. And I am living in forced bachelorhood. However, I am abreast of what and how he is up to. Daily updates, photos and phone calls keep me happy. Every night, I sleep next to his sleeping suit and a soft toy of his. I miss him incredibly. I sit through entire albums of him since his birth. The left shoulder of my tee shirts are not drool marked, and I miss that. I do not come back from work early to take him out for a spin. I am counting days to his arrival back home, here with me.
I am told that he has developed quite an attitude (not surprised since kids these days come pre-programmed). His antics are as funny as they are alarming. At 7 months plus, it seems, he has acquired a sense of attention or rather attention-seeking. With 2 sets of grand parents fawning over him day in day out, little wonder that. He now lunges at things that the wants. And when he gets his hands on the thing he wants, it is usually thrown away in 7 minutes. He does the same with his set of (familiar) toys. If the toy is returned, he happily chucks it out again. Game? Maybe, yes. Quite the lower back exercise for adults.
My wife tells me that he now clenches his fist and growls! Hilarious! Till about 4 weeks back, I couldn’t imagine my son doing something like that. Enfant terrible! We shall find out in the years to come. For now, I cannot get the image of a cuddly piece of pastry trying on some attitude and growling like a cub!
Well, he is my Cubby cat, after all!
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