I always love this special hour in the morning when my older kids go to school. DH sets off for shul. The house quiets down and it is just me and DD #3. Oh, and the cat. We all get comfy on my bed, I feed DD her breakfast and the cat looks at us indulgently, or sleeps. After all she is an old kitty, about 10 years old, she is also huge – over 20 pounds, so she needs all the nap time she can get.
We got our cat when we moved to Brooklyn and discovered that the mice problem in the building was chronic. There was nothing else to do, but get a cat. We tried adopting one from Humane Society in Brooklyn, but they would not even let us look at the cats, because… we had three kids. The person in charge has actually told us that she did not think we would not have a place for an animal in our heart, since we had too many kids. In another place I made a mistake of admitting that I wanted a mouser and was told that they only let people adapt pets, and would not contribute to the animal exploitation. Finally, we found our kitty in Cedarhurst, NY, just outside the Five Boroughs of New York City. What is it – the farther you get from city limits, the saner people get? We didn’t realize it at that time, but she was an incredible bargain – buy one – get six free! So at some point we had 3 kids and seven cats in our tiny apartment. We were very lucky to be able to find homes for all the kittens.
I always love watching kids, watching the animals. The conclusions, the kids come to, can be amazing. Yesterday morning as we were sitting on my bed Kisa the cat all of a sudden decided to be playful. She does it very rarely. Kisa started twirling her tail, left and right, left and right. Doing the metronome thing cats are so good at. Then DD #3 started twirling her stick cheese in time to the twitching tail. It was so funny. Of course after the cheese made the contact with the cat’s tail mean Mommy took away the cheese. Today as were were sitting companionably, I turn away for the moment. When I looked back I saw that DD was probing the cat with her stick cheese, she wanted to play. I had to take it away again.
I remember, that many years ago, when we moved to the dairy farm in upstate New York, my son (DS #1), who was two and a half at the time thought that cows were really big dogs. When we moved back to Brooklyn, and DD #1 was the same age, she thought that dogs were just very small cows. Funny how our world view can change.