The cat was asleep when you decided you needed to play with her.
Breakfast was over, Daddy was getting your lunch ready and you were drawing on your chalkboard when you said, “cat sweeping,” And then you jumped up and ran out of the room.
Mommy said you stared at the cat before Daddy came down stairs, so you obviously were thinking about it.
You found the cat sweeping under a table.
“Cat,” you said to her as you got down close to wake her and talk to her.
As daddy kept working in the kitchen, the cat walked through the kitchen and up the stairs. Moments later you came scurrying behind her.
You two did something up there for several minutes. I could hear you yelling “cat” and laughing.
She doesn’t have her front claws, so I’m not worried about you getting scratched. But she will bite.
On the other hand you’re big enough to take care of yourself when it comes to a little cat. So I feel you’re equally matched.
“Cat,” I hear you say, as she skips down the stairs.
Moments later you come sliding down on your bottom, step by step.
You go back into the dining room, where you try to read her a book, holding it up, for her to see the pictures.
Daddy got the cat on Sept. 1, 2004, when a tropical storm hit the city, and the wild cat I’d been feeding on the front porch decided it wanted to come inside.
So, the cat has always had a wild side. And it really didn’t want to play with you.
As the cat has gotten sicker, she’s not been able to move very easily. Which has made it easier for you to pet her.
And it’s gotten easier for you to share your toys with her.
Sesame Street has taught you to expect cats and dogs and monsters and food and everything else to talk to you. So when you say “Hi, cat,” with a wave, or talk to dogs and other animals, it’s as though you’re expecting them to talk back.
This is part of the reason you’re enjoying the new dog. You talk to him and wait for an answer.
We only had the new puppy for a few days, when the cat passed away. You and Mommy were away when it happened, so the cat was gone when you returned home. You won’t remember it, of course, but you actually had the opportunity to say goodbye, “bye, cat,” you said, waving goodbye when you and Mommy left the house. “Bye, cat.”