Meow

My parents’ cat, Wicket, is not generally a tolerant kitty. Usually, if he sees a small child, he’ll go running toward the closest exit/hiding space/upstairs where kids can’t get to due to baby gates.

However, this doesn’t deter either of my kids. Ane has learned the hard way to be gentle with Wicket, and Tad… Tad just wants to talk to the kitty, not really pet it (though he does love touching the soft fur).

This picture was taken at Auntie’s birthday party. Wicket is curled up on a heat register (a favorite place), and Tad has crawled under the dining room table to get to the cat. He then started trying to communicate with the kitty. “Meow, mow, meow,” Tad said, trying to get a response.

Wicket, to his credit, listened patiently. Tad patted the kitty’s fur, and continued to try and talk to the cat. The lovefest was broken up when more people headed toward the table for cake.

My son can speak cat pretty well. Now, we just need to work on his English skills…

This entry was posted on Monday, February 4th, 2008 at 2:17 am and is filed under Children.
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