While we have been in Yavont, Nana's cat Annabelle stayed with us for a few weeks. The boys were, predictably, tickled by this and Annabelle showed considerable patience in having her fur tugged at, and having Connor crawl aggressively towards her (see previous post). Jamie really wouldn't leave the poor cat alone, despite all our efforts to teach him to give her some space. He especially liked to play "Where's Annabelle" at times when it was obvious she was doing her best to hide wherever she could.
Jamie did seem to have some self-awareness about the relationship, however. We went hiking one day with Suzanne, who cleverly taught Jamie to look for the appropriate paint blazes on the trees which marked the path. He took this very seriously and kept us from straying. He and Suzanne agreed that we shouldn't get lost and talked about who would miss us if we did. Nana and Pops, and Nonni and Diddy, and David, Suzanne's boyfriend, it was determined, would all miss us. "What about Annabelle?" Suzanne asked. Jamie replied, "No, Annabelle doesn't like us."
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LOL!!! That is so funny. Naturally, we would miss you, too.
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