My daughter Eva is a cat lover. Naturally, she’s the proud owner of quite a few stuffed cats. She’s got kitty stickers, kitty books, and tiny little kitty toys that fit in her pocket. Most days, she asks that I call her “Kitty,” dons kitty ears and a tail, and spends many (many) hours pretending to be my sweet baby kitten (I’m Mama Cat, of course.)

We also have two real live cats as pets, which, (though I know she’d miss them if they were suddenly gone) she doesn’t seem to have much time for, oddly enough. She’s in charge of feeding them and giving them clean water each day, and she proudly tells strangers that she has two kitties at home…but overall, I get the sense that until they learn to talk and take part in her “Kitty” games, she’s not overly impressed with them.

Anyway. You get the picture: my girl is a cat girl, through and through.

So you can imagine how surprised I was the other day when, upon seeing a stray dog in our yard through the window, she proclaimed “Oh! A dog is in our yard! I’ve always wanted a dog…and now she’s here!”

 Apparently, it’s time to start developing my role as “Mama Pup.” Kitties are so passé.

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