Lyddy kitty

For Christmas Lyds got a dancing kitty from her Frazier grandparents.  It's funny to remember how much it frightened her to begin with, especially since the days of Lydia being a different storybook or movie character have essentially vanished.  She has meowed for months, revealed her sharp claws and paws, and crawled on the floor.  That's right.  Crawled on the floor.  Not just at home, but at the store, and at neighbors homes, at grandparents homes and even at church.  In fact things were getting a little out if control.  We found the need to set some boundaries.  No kitties at the table.  Jon would say that and then tell her, "it's the law." Something she's learned to repeat and clearly understands and yet can't resist pushing the boundaries and testing us.  Everyone at church has started asking how the kitty is and she loves it!  We're still working on her understanding that there are no kitties at church.  Is it really harmful?  I don't think so, but it's nice to know that she can turn it on and off.  And I know that she can, because at breakfast she'll suddenly meow and I'll meow back before I remember that there are no kitties at the table!!  She loves tricking me!

The other day she told me that her dancing kitty had a sore bum.  She took pity on him and also took the initiative to care for him by wiping her kitty's bottom with some wipes.  When I saw the wipes I thought she was taking some of the color out of her kitten's fur- the wipes looked orange to me so that was certainly a logical explanation, but as I think about it now, I'm not sure why I accepted that so readily.  I told her not to use those anymore and she suggested we buy some play wipes.  As a result Jon dried out some wipes so Lyds could have those much needed play wipes for her kitty or any other animal in need.  Later that day I discovered the Butt Paste with it's unscrewed lid and the light bulb went on.  The wipes were orangy because Lyds had pasted her kitten's sore bum with Butt Paste before wiping it with the wipes.  Something she's seen me do multiple times for Sophie when she's had a rash.  If I wondered if Lydia was paying attention I now knew for sure.  She's sweet and she hates for anyone to be sad or hurting.  I love that about her!

Jon was reading to her one night and she asked that he remove her batteries.  So he did.  She loved it. And I love that she made the request.  She wasn't just a kitty.  She wasn't even just a dancing kitty.  She was a battery operated dancing kitty.  So clever!

Finally, the latest thing she does is ask a million kitty questions.  Do kitties need their blankets?  Do kitties sneeze?  Do kitties cough?  Do kitties eat broccoli?  Do kitties like PEZ?  Do kitties go sleep when the sun goes to bed?  Do kitties like milk?  Do kitties eat blueberries?  I could go on and on, but you get the idea.  It's really important to know what kitties do!!  Because she wants to be just like one!

This girl wants a kitty cake for her birthday and based on her focus I'm sure that that request won't be changing in the next two months.  I guess we'll just have to see.