She loves the cats. She likes high-contrast colors, and things that move, so perhaps this was inevitable. I wonder if all babies like black-and-white animals. Her eyes fix on them, then her whole body leans towards them, bobbly head and upper body toppling in their direction. She loves touching them in her own gangly, uncoordinated way. Sometimes she does this with a look of intense concentration on her face. Sometimes with little squeals of delight.
The cats patiently tolerate her. They are very Aslan-like in this regard. They sit quietly while she waves her chubby hands all over them and grabs bunches of cat hair in her fists.
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