My niece continues to show an interest in coming to my apartment. I continue to say "no," because I don't want her near the cat, who hates children, and because, frankly, I'm afraid she'll get hurt on some rusty nail and my sister will never let me near her again. (Did I ever tell you about my rusty nail collection?)
Yesterday, she asked me, "Can I come over when you don't have a cat anymore?"
It was so freaking cute. As J. Bear grows from toddlersville into full-fledged little kid mode, I see a silly, adorable, curious kid emerging--a kid who currently thinks my apartment must be some sort of theme park. She's going to be sorely disappointed.
She also asked, "Is Wendell dead?" I think she really wants to kill that cat so she can come over. No wonder he hates children.
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Could you put Wendell in the bathroom for a bit while she comes to visit?
Hey, Sarch, that was what I was going to suggest! Or just tell her that Wendall is not a cat, but a tiger and not to be touched. When she does come, you need a tea set so she will have something to play with. Teach her to have a tea party with your rusty nail collection.
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