Whoa Mama

Friday, March 17, 2006

cat, dog, whoever.

Noah was around the corner, out of our sightline, yelling, "TAAAAT"...."TAAAAAT". I peeked over to see what he was doing. He was holding one kernel of cat food in an outstretch hand, calling Isabelle, the cat. Isabelle had run down the stairs to get away from the demon thing.

I gently explained to Noah that it was ok, Isabelle would eat when she was hungry. He immediately walked over to Rocky, the dog, and fed him the cat's nugget. Then went right back for another piece to reward the pet that was playing his game.


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