Recently we were at my parents’ house for dinner and Isobel finished before the rest of us, as she usually does. Eager to run around Papa and Ama’s living room, we let her down from her seat so we could eat in peace while keeping an eye on her.
Eventually she disappeared into the laundry room and returned holding the gray and white kitten my mother was fostering. Isobel had never held a kitten before although she had dearly wanted to since she first laid eyes on one. This is the first kitten she’s ever picked up and held all by herself.
I would have thought she was too young to pick up and hold a kitten by herself but she did a great job, surprising the whole family. Now she thinks she’s ready to hold any animal she comes across, including the goats at the fair.
One step at a time, kid.