That's me, the wee lil one, on some Saturday morning. I’m taking a wild guess it was a Saturday morning. I believe that is Melinda sitting with me and we’re having some sort of conversation. I'm sure if I'm wrong as to which sister that is, Michelle will call me to tell me. Oh and there's Peanuts behind me.
I loved that cat. I don’t have many memories of him. I do remember carrying him around like a baby though, and he let me do what I wanted to do. He never hissed, or swatted at me, and he wasn’t declawed. According to my Mom, I use to dress him in my doll clothes. I also use to love playing with her pots and pans, and one afternoon Peanuts was in the kitchen, and I put a pot over him, banged the pot with a spoon and said, “Nighty night!” He never flinched.
And then one day, Peanuts went to Heaven.
I was so mad my BFF left me that I stormed to my room and slammed the door. I was two when he died.
Fast forward 35 years later, and I believe I've been witnessing a couple of BFFs in the making. Neither Emma or Elliot like to be by themselves. They are always with one of us when we’re home. As we have been working on the nursery, Elliot is never far away and is in the room with me if I’m in there.
A couple of weeks ago, I was hanging up some clothes, and I had my back to the crib. When I turned around, this is what I found:
Now I could of screamed and yelled and had a fit that the cat finally found his way into the baby’s crib. It was only a matter of time. But with Elliot, he’s a Maine Coon, and they tend to be sensitive. If I had screamed “NO!” and/or popped him on the nose, I wouldn’t of seen him for days. So I picked him up, and told him gently that that was the baby’s bed, and he couldn’t jump in there. He could, however, go under the crib, or lay on the floor, or sit on the bottom shelf of the book case we have as that's where he goes when I'm in there now. I’d like to think he understood what I was saying. He hasn’t attempted to jump into the crib since.
I think he and the baby are destined to be BFFs. When I go into the room, Elliot still follows me, ready to help out, but mostly just curious about what I'm doing. When I ask him if he’s ready to meet the baby, he meows and does his rolley poley moves. I don’t think it’ll matter how much she terrorizes him, and I’m sure she will, he will love her all the same. After all, they’ll be BFFs.
