Reagan is our first human daughter but she's not our first child by a long shot. Psalms arrived eight years ago and Autumn, seven years ago. They are spoiled, fat and very, very stubborn kitty cats who we adore.
Psalms talks pretty much constantly (she takes after Danny) and Autumn is shy, loving and willing to take Psalms' abuse.
They think Reagan is a loud rodent of some kind, I'm sure of it. Psalms crouches on our bed with her paws over her ears (literally) and squeezes her eyes shut when Reagan cries. Autumn backs away from Reagan the instant we come out on the front porch. Actually she does a little dance. Autumn wants to come see me, her mom, her protector and friend so she runs toward us and then she spots Reagan. She's torn. She hovers just out of Reagan's reach (and thus out of mine) and cries at me to pet her, all the while eyeballing Reagan like something unwanted stuck to her tail.
Reagan thinks they are the most fantastic thing since Cheerios (and that's saying a lot, you should see this kid eat Cheerios). She crawls after Psalms whenever she can. She bounces and squeals when she sees or even hears one of them meow. She makes the "k" sound and points when they come around because we're trying to teach her to say kitty and "k" is as far as she goes.
Ultimately I think this will all work out. The girls are teenagers now and spend lots of time dragging Main with their friends and even when they're home they're so busy painting their toenails and IMing boys that mostly they ignore Reagan. She idolizes them, however, as any younger sibling does. I'm not too worried about it. All babies lick themselves and eat from a bowl on the floor, right?
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