My three-year-old niece, J. Bear, is continuing her relentless campaign to come meet my cat, Wendell. It makes me sad to tell her "no," but Wendell really does not like children, and even if he didn't hiss at her, he definitely wouldn't let her play with him--so it wouldn't exactly be fun for her anyway.
But, dang, she is cute about it. Tonight my family gathered in my hometown for dinner in honor of my mother's birthday. (Where I live is a good meeting place for us.) As soon as we got to the restaurant, J. Bear asked me if Wendell was coming, as if I took him everywhere in town with me. We sat down, and she started asking about Wendell, and if she could see him, and if he lived upstairs. My response, "I think Mommy and Daddy want to get home tonight, and besides, Wendell gets really scared around little kids. Maybe when you're a little older. And remember, I sent you that video of my apartment, and I don't have any stairs?"
She thought for a few moments, trying to find a way to make this work. Her solution was priceless, at least to me:
"What if you give him a squeaky toy?"
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Now that is hillarious...I wish we were all more like that even as adults :)
When you're little, nothing is impossible...including meeting a kitty. Five years from now she's gonna meet Wendell, and she'll be positive she WON.
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