Cat!

(The Boy and his cat.  Better pictures in the future.)

"Cat!" says The Boy.

"Yes," I say, "that's your cat!"

"Cat!" he says again.  We'll repeat this little exchange another 5 times at least.  The Boy is very similar to that dog in the movie "Up." You know, the one who says "squirrel!"  The Boy's squirrel is our cat although dogs and other animals also are called cat.  He's cat obsessed.  The only word he will say is cat.  I've tried leading him into branching out to dog, mama and dada after a series of "cat" but he won't follow.  He's too smart to be tricked into speaking other words.

Creepy The Cat has always been, well, somewhat creepy.  Not in a harmful way.  More of an anxious-please-love-me-all-the-time kind of way.  So she's on Prozac and has been for years.  It helps immensely.  We didn't know how she'd take to The Boy but she has been amazingly well behaved, patient, tolerant and loving.  As a result, he is on her constantly.  If she's anywhere within his reach he is patting her ("Gentle, Boy, gentle with the cat!  Gentle pats!"), using her as a pillow or sticking his finger in her mouth.  She lays back and just enjoys it all with the exception of tail pulling.  I can't say I would tolerate him quite as well as she has. Good job, Creepy, all those pre-Prozac days where you drove us crazy are paid back in full.