Much to the delight of all the children (well, except B, who doesn't really notice), a young cat in the neighborhood has started coming over to play. He showed up in our yard the first time probably just in the course of exploring the neighborhood, but he's a playful cat and the kids showed him such a good time that now he is a frequent visitor. H loves to tie a bit of string to a stick and "fish" for the cat. T and N are delighted every time he shows up, as well. It has been good for L, too, who (some of you may recall) suffers from an extreme animal phobia. She says she likes cats, but the fact that she usually screams and runs away when they move, and bursts into panicky tears if she can't get far enough away, makes me doubt the sincerity of her protestations of affection. But Mr. Whiskers (as we found out he is called) has been consistently playful yet gentle enough that even she can deal with playing with him (or at least near him) without being reduced to a pitiful, quivering heap. This is great progress! So I say, "Thank you, Mr. Whiskers!"
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