Kiddo: “I want to pet cat.”
I look over at the cat, sitting on the warm floor vent, minding her own business. I should really leave her alone. But Kiddo asked so nicely. It’s important to reinforce these things.
I scoop up the bemused cat and carry her toward Kiddo. She realizes what’s up and stiffens. We get to within Kiddo’s reach, “Remember,” I say, “quiet and gentle.”
Kiddo reaches out and carefully rubs the cat’s back. The cat seems to relax a little. This is going so well…
Kiddo thinks so too. He emits a high-pitched “Squeeeeeal!” of delight.
Claws dig into my arm. Furry limbs twist and squirm. I let go before blood is drawn. The cat escapes in a blur.
Kiddo in dismay, “Cat! Pet cat!”
Me: “The cat doesn’t want any more pets right now.”
Kiddo: “Cat come here!”
There are no winners of this round.