Since before she could walk, the Butterfly (now 8) carried around a tiny stuffed cat. She brought it to parties. She hid it in her backpack when she went to school. She lost it in a variety of places, requiring frequent search and rescue missions. Sleep didn‘t happen if the stuffed cat wasn’t tucked in beside her. Ever.
About 4 months ago, this all changed.
She’s the most tolerant, social cat I’ve ever met. She puts up with being dressed up daily. If the doorbell rings, she comes running to say hi to our visitors. She sleeps in doll beds with little pillows when the Butterfly decides it’s time for her nap.
She knows exactly where she belongs.
I could say that we caved and gave her a cat of her own to teach a lesson in responsibility, but that would be a lie. Hannah came home with us for one simple reason: to make my little girl happy.
Who needs a stuffed cat to snuggle when you can have a real one?