When Noah was younger, we got a kitten. That kitten's name is Sally and to this day permits torture from Noah that no other person or cat have ever shared. As a kitten, Sally wouldn't mind being dangled from one leg while Noah examined her. As she grew, the boy would pick her up and carry her around the house in a bear hug. Never a word from the cat.
Enter baby Molly. Sally seems not to care much that she's there, but our other cat, Kisa (Russian for Kitty), flops down for her hourly tufting. Handfuls of hair fly as Molly "loves" her kitty. No scratches, no fight, no flight from the cat. So why would an animal allow systematic, repeated abuse from one human being while remaining relationally normal with all the others? I don't have a clue. But, it certainly is fun for the children...
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