Still Buddies

Yeah, yeah, y'all are sick of hearing about the cats as well as the boy.  But really, these two are so sweet together.

Even now that Asa has begun grabbing at ears and tail and fur (despite our constant reminders of "gently with the kitties"), she spends the better part of the day near him... although, wisely, just out of reach.

Tummy time is often playtime; it's not his favorite, so he fusses, but she can't stand to hear him fuss.  So she comes over to hang out, and he lights up.  They say to put toys just out of reach, to encourage a baby to crawl.  I don't think we'll have to do that - he'll learn to crawl to get to his Oliver.

We did have a funny moment the other day: early on in the scream-fest (which I'll blog sometime later when the trauma is a little less immediate), as I was leaning over the crib letting Asa suck on my pinkie, Oliver decided to see what was wrong.  As she often does, she stood on the arm of the chair next to the crib and put her front paws up on the crib rail.  But this was the first time she'd attempted it since we lowered the mattress, so I don't think she could see as well... either way, she didn't seem inclined to just jump in as she normally would.  Instead, she used her front paws to try to pull herself up.  Note, I said, "try."  She hung there for a moment, her back legs flailing, her front claws dug in, looking at me in utter panic.  And so I found myself with one hand in the crib, comforting the baby, and one hand under the hiney of a 10-pound cat, laughing myself silly.