So the other morning, Margaret got up at some ungodly hour of the morning (5:45) and was rampaging about in the living room with Leo,* and Ellie announced that she wanted her breakfast, so I fed her in bed.
The cat came in to join us, and was disconcerted to find that we’d added another one of these small, tail-grabbing, non-self-cleaning people to the household.**
Anyway, he seems to be taking it rather hard.***
I’d worry, but although Ellie looks like she’s sleeping, she’s clearly got this one covered.
So Puck better be careful. The kid clearly knows what she’s doing, and has a mean right hook.****
*Leo was almost certainly not rampaging. Probably lying on the couch with one eye open.
**You may recall his justifiable dubiousness at Margaret's introduction to our domicile. You may also not, and that’s fine with me too. You’re your own person. Do what you want.
***I’m pretty sure that’s the flash reflecting on his weird cat eyes, but it may be some sort of supernatural rage. Whichever.
****Unfortunately, the only use she has put said right hook to thus far is to scratch her face, which while it demonstrates her strength and viciousness, only hurts her. So she’s still got some learning to do.