In which I have a heart of stone

Our friends two doors up had a very old hamster. A few weeks ago Hammy the hamster moved on to the big hamster wheel in the sky and mere days later the neighbours had a new hamster, and a bunny as well, for good measure.

Mabel, her birthday fast approaching, came home from meeting the new bunny and sat down and wrote an entirely fictional book about a girl called Olivia.

Cover page of Mabel's book

“Olivia Wants a Kitten.” No pressure.

Olivia lying in bed dreaming of a kitten.

[Olivia loved kittens.]

Olivia and her very tall mother.

[Olivia’s mom said she has to wait till she’s older.]

Happy Olivia contemplates her birthday.

[It is almost her birthday.]

Happy party picture, with presents.

[Olivia got the present she wanted.]

Christmas is coming up. I’m not sure how long I can hold out against this sort of psychological warfare.

7 thoughts on “In which I have a heart of stone

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  2. Katy

    Word on the street is that my stepsister did the same thing in about… 1996?… and it worked. Only hers was a school project!

  3. delagar

    Not telling you what to do one way or the other…BUT.

    I was all no, no, no, NO KITTEN with my kid. Then I caved. (1) I’ve never seen my child happier. I mean, ever. (2) Now we have two cats, and I’m seriously considering a third. (3) Cats make you happier than anything else (legal) will.

    1. Maud Post author

      I love cats. She’d love a puppy too, but she knows we’re much more likely to get a cat than a dog, so she’s playing a shrewd game here. It’s really a matter of when, not if; but we’re reluctant to get into the whole pet-having thing because we’re lazy. And other bad excuses.


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