Bee and a baby

 I wrote earlier that I had forgotten how much Bee loves babies. I also had forgotten how much babies love Bee. The baby loves this cat, squealing and laughing when he sees her. The oldest was the same.

And she's a saint. Today the baby was hugging her and chewing on her ear.  Some day I'll tell the tale of how my husband and I found her as a tiny kitten. We were on a canoe trip, a mile from the nearest house.  She was all alone and so small she fit in my hand.  That was eight years ago.  What a blessing for her and for us.