From the time they are very little, kittens learn by watching their Mums how to take a bath.
After all, they are born with everything they need: the perfect tongue for licking…
Soft velvety paws for face washing…
And teeth for anything that’s tough-to-get-out.
I never tire of watching Marmee as she goes through her ritual of washing.
I can almost picture her as a kitten.
This tiny ball of orange and white fluff.
Looking over at her Mum as she shows her, start to finish, how each important bathing step gets done.
And then, oh then!
Learning the most delicious reward for all her hard work.
The scrumptious NAP that follows!
That secret reward that only Mamma Kitty could possibly share with her sweet baby girl. ❤
Sometimes, it really hits me…
I can’t imagine anything better, than being Marmee’s Mom. ❤
On a Saturday afternoon.
My soft petals.
The softest perhaps, I’ll ever know. ❤
Marmee’s my gift this New Year’s Day.
Today, and everyday. Now, and for always. ❤
And her Duckie.
Having a sunbath.
On a Saturday morning.
My little Sun Bum…
I think the two of them could have stayed there for hours…
As many of you know, Marmee loves her Ducky.
I often find them together, lying there on the shelf at the end of the tub.
Ducky shares Marmee’s love for the birds.
Together they watch them flit by the window, back and forth, back and forth.
I try not to eavesdrop on their conversations.
But I think the two of them could talk for hours and never run out of things to say.
Once, when I asked Marmee if maybe she needed a new friend. Maybe someone new? Perhaps a goose, or a monkey, or a piggy?
“Nope…” she replied.
And there you have it. ❤