Hot Pursuit

Now that the little angel can both crawl quickly and pull up to standing, things have changed in our household.

Sybil is no longer safe.

She'd grown accustomed to deftly sidestepping the little angel's grasping hands, and she even sought out the angel when she was eating for a nice pet.  At least she now understands "nice petting."  Gosh, that sounds nasty.  I didn't mean it that way. I'm talking about a baby and a cat here, people.

Anyway, two nights ago we released the little angel to the kitchen floor, and she immediately took off toward Sybil, spitting and squealing with delight as she pumped her little arms and legs like a new gym member on January 2.  Sybil started lazily walking away...until the little angel started gaining. Sybil jumped on the bench in the foyer. The little angel pulled up and reached for her.  Sybil panicked. I actually saw it on her tiny cat face.  It was like the time I Pledged the dining room table before she jumped on it. 

Sybil has learned to seek higher ground.