This is my favorite breastfeeding moment. Our youngest cat, 5 years old, was my baby before Robert came into our family. She was a little jealous of the amount of attention Robert got and still is. She was also protective of the little guy. Until he was too big for her to fit she liked to lay on the other side of him while he nursed. It was so sweet. When he got bigger she would lay on my legs if I had them propped up or on the little table I had next to us. This is the only picture I have of nursing our little one. At the time I didn’t want pictures taken because I had tubes around me and I didn’t really want to remember that part of recovery. Truth is, I never forgot and now I consider it part of my right of passage to being a mother.