BL and E

So I have told you I have a cat.  And yes now I am the woman blogging about my cat.  But wait, it gets better.  I also have a daughter.  So now, we have characters.  The thing is, my almost three year old has like JUST discovered this cat.  Baby Lasagna.

Baby Lasagna is about 14.  So every morning E wakes up now and she is like WHERE is Baby Anya?  What is Baby Anya DOING I must know.  (Right now E is starkers chasing Baby Anya around the house, pounding on a makeshift drum chanting HEY BABY ANYA over and over.  You might surmise how interested Baby Lasagna is in such activities).

So several things:

E has inherited this trait from the one and only Grandma Patsy, who maybe best known for her two year old days when she would command all the neighborhood cats to do her bidding, swing them by their tails and tell them they were all having the time of their nine lives.

Hands down if we all were drowning in the ocean and E had her choice of things to save, the cat would come first.

This relationship is not reciprocal.

Baby Lasagna always wants to be around me.  I am always around E.  There is an associative property of equality here (or distributive?) where BL comes out the loser.

ANYTHING Baby Lasagna does, E says "Oh, that is so cute!" Yes, this goes for licking her own privates.

But the trump is like BL has been here for centuries.  She must be like, dude, WHAT do you think you are doing?  I used to think Baby Lasagna was clearly waiting for the day she would lose all her fur and stand on two legs because she thinks I am her mom, so that would be the natural order of things.  Now, I think she just wants to light up a cig and be left alone for a bit.