Every day, I notice the fur babies mimicking me more and more. I don’t know if it’s because imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. I think it’s really that they think they are more and more human as the days go by.
Brodie has always wanted to hop in bed with me, my sister, my parents, Inang, really whomever. If my nieces are watching cartoons in my room and sitting on the bed, he’ll want to hop up right next to them.
Lucie, on the other hand, is extremely independent and will not be forced to do anything she doesn’t want to do. She prefers to sleep alone, so imagine my surprise a few weeks ago when she started to hop up on the bed alongside her little big brother. She’s really becoming a Fortin!
But Inang, I want to cuddle with you, too!
Tonight, both Brodie and Lucie wanted to warm the night’s chill in Inang’s bed with me. And they were so, so happy she let them. Inang, on the other hand…
“I don’t like…”
“Lucie, come over here!”
“I don’t like when Lucie kiss me like that. When we are watching with Uncle George, she come upstairs because she hear the rain.”
[Inang laughs and imitates]
“She’s doing that because you’re doing like that to her. That’s why she barks. But this one [Brodie] is good. Lucie will kiss me like that, and I don’t like.”
“Sorry Inang. But you love Lucie right?”
“I like Brodie. Brodie is quiet.”
“But you love Lucie right?”
“I love Lucie, but when she kiss me like that, I don’t like. I don’t like kiss-kissing like that.”
“But what about me? What if I kiss you like that?”
She didn’t respond to my question, but I got all the reassurance I needed in her laughter.
Oh, how I love her laughter.