Return of the voice

I can speak again, quietly and mumbly, and that is a good thing.

A has always mimicked us when it comes to cats and his food. A cat would approach him and he would say, "No, no, no!" and vocalize a lot of irritated, urgent scoldings.

Well, this week he discovered that if he fed the cats turkey, they would come to him and sit by him and even lick his fingers. So he's changed modes now.

The cats are growing more tolerant. I just put A down for a nap (he fought sleep dreadfully today) on our bed, which is occupied during the day by Jake and Niles. The cats were curled up together in the center of the bed, so there really wasn't a place to put a mostly-sleeping baby without being next to them. Niles gave it a minute and then left; Jake stayed because Jake is a pudding. Very sleepily, A pet Jake on his legs, and Jake watched him carefully and didn't move. Now they're both asleep, close together. It's so freaking cute.