
We have all fallen in love with our little Polly. She is such a sweetie. So far she is really very friendly and we're hoping she stays that way . . . that's the problem with cats . . . you never know whether you're getting a friendly one or not! Obviously, she gets loads of attention. It's not uncommon for her to run and hide when all four girls are around (and let's face it - who could blame her! - Especially when Meg and Julie start jumping!) but she's getting braver when it comes to that.
Right now, Julie has very little interest in her - in fact, she still calls her a "goggy" or a puppy. She'll get it eventually! : ) If she sees Polly she says "Hi goggy" and will sometimes walk up and pet her, but that's really it.
Meg would hold the cat all day long if I'd let her. She likes to hold her tight so she can't get away . . . we've been working on that with all three of them. The first time I told Meg to let her go b/c she wanted to get down, Meg picked her up by her neck to put her on the ground. When I saw her I said "Oh Meg! No! You don't hold her by her neck! Put her down!" Well, apparently I startled her. She sat there frozen with poor Polly dangling by her neck. She was rescued quickly and no harm was done.
Emma . . . my pathetic little Emma! She tends to be my . . . hmmm . . . how should I say it? My "intense" child. She has a hard time laughing at herself, gets her feelings hurt way too easily and takes life way too seriously. She has taken it personally any time Polly has scratched her, sometimes resulting in tears. (Not b/c it hurts, but b/c her feelings are hurt) Oh Emma! She's learning. When she's not bossing her to death she thinks Polly is wonderful and can't get enough of her.
Ali is pretty mellow with Polly . . . that's no shocker. She is learning the art of letting Polly come to her - realizing that the best way to get a cat's attention is to ignore it. She has drawn many pictures of Polly with hearts and stars and flowers and curly-girly handwriting. She cracks me up!
Polly experienced her first real bath on Sunday. The girls were in the tub and curiosity nearly drowned the cat. She jumped up on the edge of the tub to check it out and fell right in. She scrambled her way out (Scratching Emma in the process and, of course, hurting her feelings!) She was a pretty pathetic looking creature!
Aaron and I have enjoyed our evenings with her. She tends to be very playful and snuggly once the kiddos are in bed. It's sweet to have her climb up on my lap, snuggle up and take a nap. Our neighbor says she's "Andrea's cat." It's nice to have something in our household that prefers me . . . as the kids are all daddy's girls!