My Two-year Old Granddaughter, Anya
A Grateful Heart, Day 29
My son has a pen-sized instrument that emits a laser light when switched on. He uses it to get his house-bound pet cats to exercise in his house. They chase after the light with single-minded manic devotion.
Our Prima Donna, two-year-old Anya, saw no reason why she shouldn’t do the same.
My son began pointing the light in different places in the living room, and Anya made a mad dash to touch it. But before she could get anywhere close to it, clever Coco the cat raced in front of her and began throwing herself at the wall, the floor, and the carpet, wherever the laser light was seen. Anya was not amused. No, sirree, she was not all amused. But she didn’t give up. She ran, too, shouting words of warning to her parents, my son and daughter in law who were collapsing with laughter at the scene: and words of threat to Coco the cat. “Laser Cat,” Anya shrieked, and then, to make things clearer, “I am running, Laser Cat.”
And she was running as fast as her little legs would take her. Coco, unfazed by the pint-sized little human in a frilly frock, miniature jeans, and top, rushed around falling over her own feet and sliding around because the laser was behaving crazy. My son was laughing so much he couldn’t see to point it straight. But ambitious Anya wouldn’t give up. When Coco sat down briefly to wash her face, after staring around in disdain, she goes up and looks down at Coco, arms folded, and says, in tones of stern reprimand, “KHOKHO!”
Coco, a veteran of many battles of will between her and my logical son, all of which she had always won, looked at her and curled her lip. By then, my son had recovered from his giggling fit and started pointing the laser again. Anya started running. But Coco ran faster and leaped at the wall to catch the light. Anya was impressed in spite of herself. “Ooooooh!” she shrieked as Coco was off again, at lightning speed, leaping off walls and slipping, and sliding, legs splayed on the floor.
Then Anya had had enough. Arms folded across her, in a decidedly schoolmarmish fashion, she walked away from the scene of battle.
Round one to Coco, the crafty cat.
Someone once tried to convince me that having a cat in the house was unhygienic.
Well…
Today is Day 29, of the month-long writing Challenge initiated by Ravyne Hawke, for her new publication, ‘Promptly Written.’ Thanks to Ravyne, and many of my colleagues here on Medium, I have been able to write and post a story a day, for the past twenty-eight days, to complete this challenge. My heartfelt gratitude to all those who cheered me on, and supported me on this journey. Thank you!
