A Photo Essay by Baby Chomp–age 2
Photos courtesy of Baby Chomp
Once upon a time there was a big, old, very sleepy kitty named Beany. Everyone told me since I was really little that I should leave him alone because he doesn’t really like kids.
They said that if I got too close or bothered him at all, he’d for sure scratch me, and if I scared him he just might bite…hard.
They said, believe it because he’s scratched lots of kids that didn’t.
Oh, they believe now.
But I’m not scared because Beany the cat is my friend. I like to sit by him and pet him and rub his back and hold his hands. I like to say, “Heeeere kitty-kitty-kitty,” like Grammie does so he’ll come sit by me. Sometimes, when no one is looking, I even give him a kiss on top of the head–and he lets me.
Maybe he scratches everyone else in the whole world—but he doesn’t scratch me.
I think he knows that I love him…
so Mr. Beany loves me right back.