The day will come when Asha will look at us with her beautiful eyes and say in her sweet voice, “mommy daddy, Asha want a cat”. I picture it in my head everyday when I see how excited she gets on seeing our neighbor’s cat Ziggy. She waves hello to her. Talks to her in gibberish. And waves good-bye before we leave. When Ziggy isn’t perched by the window in her usual spot, Asha will look at us with concern and ask “ahh ahh?” while moving her hand in the universal sign that says “where?”.
This morning, I saw Asha flipping through one of her story books, stopping and kissing the page with the cat on it. It was heart melting and at that very second I wanted to give her a fluffy soft kitten to play with.
The next second of course I remember how much Devang and I don’t like cats.
So to make myself feel better, I made her a cat from stuff lying around the house – an empty cardboard box, some yarn, another flat cardboard piece for the face, tape, a device to make holes like a screw driver, scissors. It took me about 3 minutes to put it together.
Asha played with it,dragged it around, kissed it, and called it “meow”. My job here is done.
So cute, you're such a sweet mom. I won't tell Chloe and Ted what you said about not liking cats. :-p
Dottie, I think they smell it on me and that's why they dont xome out qhen I'm visiting.