When I teach preschool, one of the other moms--who also happens to be my neighbor--takes Sage. When she teaches, I try to do the same. Her daughter is turning two this month. Sometimes she will hug her mother goodbye and walk home with Sage and I. Sometimes she will refuse to leave and will stay for preschool while her mother teaches. When she first came over here she was terrified of the cats. Brody, who is quite friendly, would send her screaming and crying into my arms. I'd have to put him outside or shoo him away before she would calm down.
And now, she happily announces "Cats!" when she comes in and will even pet Brody.
Of course, our resident animal lover will go right up to him and gently grab his tail so he can tow her around the room.
I'm so glad we found out homeless B-cat nearly eight years ago this spring. Every kid needs an arrogant orange feline around.
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