Pussycat, Pussycat, Where Have You Been?

Hiding.

Tonight while I was at Girls Brigade, Elisha got hold of the cat. Literally. His interest in the cat has been intensifying over the last few weeks. Initially the cat would have to be close and in full view before he noticed her. This progressed to him peering, stretching trying to see where she had gone when she walked past. It is now at the stage that he will look for her when he hears her.

Tonight he figured out how to be excited and crawl, both at the same time. Ookie must have been off guard, and he had her. A fistful of fur and flesh, and boy, when he grabs – he really grabs. I have scratches and bruises to prove it.

She was so good. She was scared or worried and made noise and tried to get away, to no avail, but she did not scratch him. I have to say I am quite surprised. Surprised, but very pleased. If I wasn’t allergic to cats, I’d give her a big, friendly, warm cuddle.

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