The Pecking Order of Home

I have started to think abt the changes in dynamics of my home since hubby and I moved to our beautiful blue house 4 years ago. The first night we stayed, we had a futon by the open fireplace and that was pretty much it! We bought takeout, had a bottle of wine and just enjoyed being in our new home with all its possibilities. Our first baby came to us that night - a little cat - missing her tail and mewing to come in. She was the previous owners second cat and when we told them that we had her, we also found out that this little cat was off to the rescue if a home couldn't be found. We kept her in with us that night and while she purred so contendedly on my lap I said to hubby "If we were to keep this cat......" .. he looked at me, looked at us and said ...."What do you mean IF". He knew me too well, it was a done deal then and there. Our first baby of the family came and we loved her with all our might. Then we went and did a terrible, terrible thing. We went and bought a puppy. A big puppy, with big bouncy paws and sharp bitey teeth. The cat was not impressed and we were too busy with our bouncy, bitey baby to notice. We moved the poor cats food around the house daily, trying to protect it from the bouncy one. We moved her toilet daily too to try and protect it from the disgusting, bouncy one. She hid all day, but then at night, when it was really quiet ..she would creep into our room, jump on the bed and nuzzle up with us. That brute might have us all day, but she would get us all to herself at night. Then strange things were happening...someone was getting very fat....so fat that she might pop and then one spring day pop....and the screamy, screamy one was home. They didn't have any time for bouncy, bitey or cat....day or night....but sometimes ....when the house was quiet, when the house was really quiet for just a few minutes, maybe a whole hour..the little cat would creep into the bedroom and jump onto the bed. The bouncey, bitey one would nose into the room, put her paws onto the bed and nestle her head on the covers. Then they would both look at me with their somber eyes and say.....what the !*#$ have you done!!