meow

bebe has discovered the cat. until recently she didn't pay any attention to him, but now, unfortunately for the furry little fellow in question, she is enthralled by him. she watches him intently whenever they're in the same room, and should she be lucky enough to get close to him, she shrieks excitedly at the top of her lungs or, more rarely, grabs at his fur (and the skin underneath) and PULLS. either of which, of course, send him fleeing for cover.

here's how it usually happens.

the initial sighting:

the smile of delight:

reaching out:

shrieking:

and the inevitable departure:

today, we were in her room and he was asleep in the glider. she hadn't spotted him yet, so i asked her, "bebe, where's the cat?" i didn't think she'd understand me, but she started looking over my shoulder, first one side and then the other, until she caught sight of him and started beaming.

i'm not totally sure but i think she might be the smartest baby in the world.

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