The neighborhood babies had a gathering at our place.
The almost two and a half year old and almost one year old humans came over to visit with the eight month old kitten.
The three of them hadn't gotten together since last October.
I was afraid I would miss seeing the almost one year old crawling; as it is she is standing without support and will be transitioning into a biped any day now.
I was also afraid my kittens would prove to be typical "old peoples" kind of cats; that is, would run and hiss at attempted childish interactions.
My fears were unfounded; I got to see the littlest girl's "four on the floor" wiggle butt phase of life and Baby Tate took to being petted and toted about with a steady purr and good kitten manners.
Frenchie chased string and came by to snoopervise the activities.
(Hart and Bitsy hid as soon as they heard unfamiliary footsteps on the living room floor. They just don't do party very well.)
Of course I couldn't resist dressing up the girls.
Their mother is German, their father is French, and the girls have had a certain stylish air about them from birth.
The oldest girl enjoyed using a flashlight to explore cat hiding places.
Don't you love the polka dots, ermine and rhinestone bobble combination?
I've said it before and I will say it again: it is never too soon to learn the joys of wearing a hat.
A little girl in a hat: Adorable beyond words.
And I wish I had a video of clip of the oldest girl, who already speaks four languages, departing with a sweet "Good bye Frenchie!" in French.
How cute is that?