Our Caterpillar. When I say “our” I means Alexis’.
Cattie came to us last Christmas from Auntie Ri and Uncle Max. She wasn’t played with much, but Alexis would squeal in delight when I brought her out. So eventually she stayed out of the closet for good. Before Cattie only slept in the crib while Alexis was out and about playing. She waited on Alexis to come nap with her, and then slowly she started escaping more and more. Now Cattie almost always gets out of the crib when Alexis does, and if someone touches her Alexis starts to cry. Cattie is not shared, and when Momma had to wash her last night Alexis sat up in her crib and cried until Momma found something acceptable. It turned out that the acceptable replacement was a Brown Bear with the same type of fabric as Cattie, and also sent by Auntie Ri and Uncle Max last Christmas. When I walked into the room this morning Brown Bear was cast aside and Alexis was lovingly petting sweet Cattie. I must find a backup Cattie. Now.
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