The Cave

When it's time for Atka (aka "the kid") to go into her "cave", mom and mommy give her a treat. She goes in her upstairs cave to sleep at night and while jobs need to be done in the master bedroom, and her downstairs cave at night for quiet time. She often runs in her cave on the "hopes" of getting treats, and soon comes back out once she realizes we are doing something else that is more fun. Yesterday, though, I decided to take a cave trip with "the kid" to see what it was like. I remembered my cave from a while ago, but would hers be the same? Would it have the great view mine did?

I walked in to wire box and laid down. Mommy asked me to come out so she could close the door, but I decided to "go for the gusto" and stay. Soon enough, "the kid" and I were layng side by side, snuggled up in a pile of white fur. I thought mommy was going to lose her mind - she kept saying the same words over and over again..."Oh, how cute, oh how cute, oh how cute....".

Anyhow, after dinner last night, I decided to show mom (who was now home from work) what I had done earlier in the day, so in to "the kids'" cave I went again. Mommy closed the latch, and we hunkered down for a ten-minute siesta, but who can sleep with a wiggly, uncoordinated white thing breathing in your ear??

Mommy snuggled me up and told me how proud she was of me for allowing "the kid" to share such extremely close quarters with me. I kissed mommy's arm and told her that I had to, as the big sister, teach "the kid" the art of growing up.