Kittens and babies: mix well, add seasoning.

You’d think that Evelyn being able to catch a kitten would be a sign of her growing mobility. Actually, it’s a sign of the stupidity of kittens when it comes to small children and babies. Alley, the tabby kitten, lies underneath Evelyn’s bouncer, seemingly content in her safety. She might be right for all we know, as Evelyn rolls towards her, chubby fingers grasping for a kitten tail.

With a flick, Alley removes her tail from Evelyn’s grasp, right as Evelyn topples over in the wrong direction, to be distracted by a sock monkey.

Small moments in my day. A sleepy teasing kitten and a grappling baby who desires more than she can have.

I rescue the baby and snuggle behind her ears, breathing in soft milky smell. Babies are delicious. She clamours in my ears, simultaneously wanting all my attention, but also wanting to get down and eat the cat.

I’m an obliging mother. I put her next to the kitten, who submits to the ear grabbing and head chewing.

Before I know it, the kitten is asleep and the baby is distracted again, grumpily rolling herself in a new direction, intent upon destruction; a book abandoned upon the floor.