Eva is obsessed with all things kitty recently. She will not respond to me when I call her Eva, only Kitty. If I want her to come to me I have to say, “Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.” She gives me kisses by quickly licking my arm with the tip of her tongue, she calls me Mama Cat, and she wraps her fuzzy blanket around her shoulders and calls it her fur. Her name is Rainbow Kitty. Yesterday I called for her to come upstairs and get her hair combed. She called back, “You mean I need my fur combed.”
Yes, that’s what I meant. I find it all quite amusing.
I made a silly cat out of a tube sock last Halloween for a mutual activity and gave it to Eva. She loved it until Aika ate it a couple of months ago. Eva was devastated. I’m so supportive of the kitty movement that I tried my hand at being crafty and made her another kitty today. He did not turn out nearly as cute or as kitty-looking as her first kitty. But, Eva thinks he’s magnificent. Thank goodness for the standards of a 3-year-old.
Eva is somehow not at all frightened by the strange-looking fellow. I can't say the same for me. She was very concerned that Aika would also eat her new kitty because, “Dogs really love to eat kitties, Mama.”
Don’t worry, Eva. There’s no way Aika knows that’s supposed to be a kitty.
I once had a 3 year old, blonde puppy. I miss those days.
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