My cat Sylvester has a personality only a mother or a crazy cat lady could love. He is at times a wild kitten with gigantic eyes, chasing invisible items in the air and racing around the house at 100 miles an hour; at times a clingy, purring fool dying for a belly-rub fix; and at times just simply a fool, deliberately getting under our feet, plopping down in doorways where he is most in the way, and acting like we beat him on a regular basis, dashing under the bed at the mere sight of us for no apparent reason.
Gary has never hidden his feelings about Sylvester, dubbing him with affectionate nicknames like “Idiot” and “Go Play In Traffic”.
When Gary made such a comment to Sylvester this past weekend, I soothed Sylvester’s feelings by baby-talking, “Don’t listen to him. Mommy loves you.”
Dove immediately piped up, “And your Little Mommy loves you, too.”
I laughed. Dove is fascinated with Sylvester, and I can’t blame her. Sylvester looks like a huggable stuffed animal with his huge, fluffy tail and puffy cheeks, but he can occasionally have the personality and loveability of a teeth-baring piranha. His mommy…and his Little Mommy…still love him, though.