Auburn Gal Always

Are you a born cat-holder?

Last night, DD was playing w/her kitten. This is a very sweet kitten that was a much requested gift from Santa. "Angel." White with one blue eye and one green eye. Sweet little kitten.

Angel will be an outside kitty soon. She's already half-grown, but we've already lost one kitten to coyote (yes, there are coyotes in NE Alabama.) But for now, she sleeps in the basement half-bath.

It was time to put Angel up in her room for the night. To that end, I picked her up and flipped her onto her back to rub her belly a little. (She's one of those rare cats that loves that position.) DD wanted to pet her.

[pet pet pet]

DD then wanted to hold Angel. Then she didn't.

Hold her.

No.

Hold her.

No.

At this point, I want DD to hold the kitten too and get her to sit on the steps with her arms poised as if holding a baby doll. I have Angel in my hands and hold her out to put her into DD's arms. However DD's arms sink as Angel gets closer and closer. I place Angel against DD's tummy, thinking this soft, little kitty's warm, purring side will make DD want to hug her close. Nope.

DD is afraid Angel will scratch her. No arguments to the contrary can persuade her to hold her kitty.

DD panics as only a 5 year old can. She begins to scream. Loudly. This is the only thing that disturbed Angel, who is quickly placed in "her room." A good scolding from me makes DD more upset. She's now blood-red in the face, crying and screaming. No words yet, just screams. "Aaaaaahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She gulps a big breath and says to me "Mommy! I'm not a born cat-holder!!!!"

"What?!?!?!?"

"I'M NOT A BORN CAT-HOLDER!!!"

"OhhhhhhhK," head is turned, lip is bit, eyes are watering. (Don't laugh. Don't laugh. Don't laugh.)

From upstairs comes DH's acknowledgement of the tragedy unfolding. "What's wrong?"

Me: Can't answer. Trying not to laugh.

DD: "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

DH: "What is it? What's wrong?"

Me: "IN A MINUTE!!!"

DH gets a good giggle out of it too.

What a kid!