On Sunday when The Niece was over, she dabbled in a little “let’s get the cats” mode. A 2-year old definitely disrupts our cats’ normal routines. The Niece doesn’t want to get all “I’m going to hug him and squeeze him and name him George” but neither of our cats knows that. She is fine with giving a gentle pat on the head. Our cats don’t care because it freaks them that someone that small is coming for them.
Once Leon, the fattest cat to ever grab a mic and go boom, was so freaked by a friend’s small child that he ran into my bedroom and vomited on my bed. I got that message loud and clear.
On Sunday, I took The Niece into the basement and with one hand petted Leon and with the other made sure that The Niece didn’t get too close. Leon kept his head down and hissed into the futon. I’m sure he was having a hard time with The Niece being only a foot away from him and having me pet him and telling him it was OK. He jumped down and crouched under the pool table and let his hissing begin. The Niece crouched on the futon to look at him. He started a major hiss with teeth bared. The Niece hissed back.
I like that kid more every day.