Confessions of a Bad Mother-to-Be

I locked my cat in the hall closet yesterday.

All day.

We left the house around 10 or 10:30 yesterday morning and didn't get home until after 7.

I'm an unfit mother.

In my defense, she is my nearly mute kitty, so she never alerted me to her situation. Also, Coleman has done this once before (unfortunately, to the same cat...in the same closet), though I offer neither of these as an excuse for my actions.

And because I'm not hormonally sound right now, I began to extrapolate from my feelings regarding this incident to all those mothers who lose a child in a store or in a crowd or leave them in hot cars...I couldn't imagine living with the guilt if this is how I felt about poor Felicity stuck in the closet all day - hungry and sleeping squished up on our camping tent.

She seems to have forgiven me, though. She slept on my head all morning.