Saturday, February 12, 2011


Tucked Erin into bed last night. During cuddles, she said to me, "Mommy, when Rudy dies, can we get another cat? I want to name it Dander."


"That's a cat name."

"I think you would miss Rudy," I said.

"Yes ... I might cry when she dies," she said. And some silence. Then, "I might cry right now."

Cuddled in tight.

Both girls dancing around the to theme of The Twisted Whiskers Show this morning.

An episode about a cat named Dander.

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