Cats

Her eyes lit up as she peeled the blanket from her curled body.

"There's a cat," she whispered.

"I know."

She rose eyes still fixed on my own, face aglow. She slowly tipped toward the cat, and glided into a sitting position. Two more cats joined the first and basked in the seemingly endless affection that this little girl was prepared to give. Her small Princess Jasmine nightgown flowing in a messy circle about her. It was this that Emma's existence seemed destined. For these cats to be loved and Emma to love them.

All the cats appeared to be the same age and even the same sex, and none of them bore any physical resemblance. Emma, however had decided with great certainty there was a "mommy" cat and two "baby" cats. In her words.

"Because I just know, that is the Mommy cat and those are her babies."

**Who am I to argue with a child's infinite and innocent wisdom.

Written sometime in early July 2007 while babysitting.
**Written tonight

~PullTab