Finally little S is moving. In a fashion. She’s a Bum Shuffler. It’s not elegant. It’s not efficient. But it is progress.
While I am delighted that there’s some movement going on, it is not universally appreciated. The friends with whom we are staying have a cat. Funny looking little thing, hence its name - Ugly Cat. She is foolishly affectionate. And slightly less fluffy than she once was.
Squealing with pleasure, my little girl shuffles back into view from behind the coffee table. Her tiny hands clasp rather large clumps of ginger fur. She looks very pleased with herself. The cat isn’t quite so happy.
What a forbearing animal! When our girls were young, the cat took up permanent residence as far under the bed it could get. It somehow knew better than to defend itself, so took refuge in inaccessible spots: under the bed, atop the refrigerator, behind the sofa.
Posted by: Mrs RW | Thursday, 23 August 2007 at 12:13 AM