S loves cats. Love is an understatement. He is obsessed with cats. From morning to night it's "Cah cah cah cah cah..." If there's a cat in a book he'll find it. If he sees one while we're looking out the window, I'll hear about it. When we're driving through to the underground parking he will call for our neighbour's cat, Simba.

So I broke down on the weekend and bought S a stuffed animal cat. It's a lovely black and white one with yellow green eyes. Well, S was enamoured with Cah before we could even make it to the cashier. He's been dragging that cat everywhere since. He takes it to bed, he takes it into the kitchen, he clutches it while he watches a dvd, he lies on it with his head resting on its belly. Today he fed it a cracker.

It's nice for S to have a special soft friend since he's such a rough and tumble kid. I feel sorry for Cah though...he's not only being showered by hugs and kisses but with lots and lots of drool from a very drippy (yet loving) little toddler.