Yesterday we found my four-year-old's cat dead in the road. After her initial grief has abated, she began to worry about the kittens. Who would feed them? Who would protect them?
I assured her that the kittens would be fine. They are old enough now to be on their own, which is why we have been trying to find new homes for them. But she was still worried, especially about Cherry Dumplin', the kitten we had told her she could keep as a substitute.
As we were putting things away and closing the house up for the night, I noticed my oldest son carrying a wooden box out to the back of the house. He had spent the afternoon building his sister a cat house out of scrap lumber. She was absolutely thrilled.
Someday she may appreciate the fact that she has brothers who protect and care for her. But for now, she is content knowing her kittens are safe.
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