You’ve not lived on the edge untill you’ve been the kitten of a 3 yr old. Our new kitty (newly renamed Mouse) looks death in the eyes at least 3-4 times an hour.

My first realization of the danger was on day 2. I found Joshua shoving the helpless baby into a jelly jar. Through out that day I would find the cat in various predicuments: a shoe, a sock, a dump truck. Thankfully, he didn’t quite make it into the Milk Jug or the Diet Pepsi Can.

Constantly being carried by the neck or tail, or swung around like a rope by the legs, used as a phone and a hat, this cat has yet to convince his owner that he in fact is not a toy. A glutton for punishment as soon as “Mouse” breaks free he turns back for more. For some unseen reason Joshua is by far his favorite human.

Sunday I found the 6 week old cat, soaking wet hanging from a wire. Having climbed nearly to the roof in an attempt to escape, the cat realized his fear of heights and was frozen, clinging to the telephone wires attached to our house. Apparently Joshua thought he needed a bath.

Yesterday, my loving son walks into my room carring an umbrella. I tell him to go put it back in the closet where it goes. He responds by saying “kitty doesn’t want to go in the closet”. What!?! The umbrella is completely folded up, how could the kitten be in there. Oh but it was. I unsnapped the little tag that holds it together and slowly tried to open the upbrella but I couldn’t. The wires were wrapped on both sides of “Mouse’s ” neck. To open the umbrella was to kill the cat. (If it wasn’t dead already) After a good 8 minutes the cat was free and the umbrella’s was destroyed. As I freed the little baby I held him close to my heart, “I am so sorry! So sorry my little boy tried to kill you!” I put the cat to the floor fully expecting him to run and hide in some safe haven. He instead stumbled quietly and directly to his captor.