You reach out gently, and touch the whiskers of the kitten in my lap. You use two fingers to slowly stroke it's fur from head to tail just like you were taught.
"May I hold it?" you ask.
After waiting for my nod of assent, you carefully cradle the kitten in both hands and snug it tight against your chest. You giggle a little as it settles it's head under your chin and those delicate whiskers tickle your neck. Moving over to the bean bag in the corner, sit in the bar of sunlight that is coming through the window behind me. You think that you're being quiet, but I can hear everything you tell to your newfound friend.
You tell it of the nights you stay up late playing silently with your stuffed animals by the light of your night light. You're not sure if I know that you're awake some nights, but plan on inviting me to the tea party if I ever come in unexpectedly. You explain how pretty the dress is that the kitten will be wearing and assure the kitten that it will love the dress, too.
You ask the kitten if it would like to come along when you move into the tree house in the back yard. You're not going yet. but as soon as you can get another box or two of cookies from the kitchen, you'll be ready. The kitten will need to make a decision soon so that you have time to find it some kitten food. "Just think," you say to the kitten, "you'll never have to worry about getting stuck in the tree like other cats because I'll always be there to help you down."
You plan for the day your baby brother will be old enough to play with both of you and instruct the kitten to "Play nice" and remind it "Don't use your claws; he's too little to know when he's being rough." You wish he was old enough to play with you now, but all he does is mess up your tea parties and chew on Barbie's feet. You hope your friends don't see the bite marks because nobody wants to play with a slobber Barbie.
Your words start to come more slowly as you ask the kitten if it would like to meet your Nana. She's coming to visit soon and you know she likes cats. She would probably show you how to make a cat toy and take you out for ice cream. "But you can only have a little taste," you tell the kitten.
I watch you shift in the chair until you've curled around the dozing kitten. Your hand moves from your leg until it comes to rest on the kitten's back as if to hold it in place, and you sleep.