Annabelle, our very patient cat, is much beloved by the the boys. Jamie comes out for a hug every night when he's done reading and hugs the two of us and always, religiously, Annabelle as well. Weirdly enough I get the sense that she rather likes Jamie's attention. Granted, every time he touches her she feels the need to rather furtively clean herself, but she never tries to get away from her. Even though he picks her up a lot more than she would like, he is very gentle with her. Connor is learning to be so. Annabelle has actually sat on Jamie's lap a couple of times (he was over the moon), but she does give Connor a wide berth still.
Connor would like to bring some friends for her. He's been talking about wanting a bunny for a while, which makes sense. He would also like a duck. I thought I had an easy out for this, since I pointed out that we would need water for it. Not so. "We could just buy a pond," he sensibly pointed out. Ah, OK, we'll think about the pond for Christmas.
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Don't even bother to pursue why you can't have a pond. At Connor's age, he'll outlast you. I remember a conversation that began, "What if there were no..." and ended with "What if there were no nothing?" It ended because I was quite simply beaten. And note the interesting grammar - pleasing and proper use of "...if there were...." followed by the just as pleasing but not so proper "...no nothing."
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