I can’t write down every word The Bean says, but I should – it’s that good. She has been a kitten practically nonstop. She has taken to licking her paw, I mean fist, in a manner disturbingly like a real kitten and when not meowing talks in a kitteny little voice. Last night she wouldn’t let me be the Mother Cat and instead was snuggling up to someone imaginary in the corner of the couch. I really protested that. Today she relented and I almost blew it forgetting that she was a kitten,
“I am a kitten” she meowed, “and you are the Mudder Cat.”
Tonight we put her in some new footed jammies that are a pale pink. She was all soft and cuddly. I put her in her crib and then was stroking her back before prayers. She relaxed and stretched out, sighing and I thought how extraordinary it is that you can kiss children goodnight, touch them gently and appropriately, pray with them and in so doing create a safe place.
If that’s not amazing power…
Rocking the cradle, Baby.
Rock on.
Can’t wait to meet the little feline.
So sweet! I actually was thinking you should get an award – “Least Likely to have ‘Cats in the Cradle’ sung to you in your old age.” Really, it’s a real award. I’ve seen it.