I had the honor of babysitting for my five month old granddaughter earlier
this evening while her parents went out to have a meal in peace and quiet.

Which I love to do, even when she isn't an angel.

Well, tonight she wasn't an angel.  She was tired, but not tired enough to
fall asleep.  It was pretty obvious she would much rather have been in her
own home in her own bed.

So after she had played with her cousins and been outside for a walk and
had her bottle, she cried.

I rocked her and sang her lullabies, and she thrashed around and cried.

Not a problem.  Babies do that.

But Molly was very upset with me.  She kept coming into the room and
walking around us.  Then she jumped up on the rocking chair to check things
out.  It was obvious she was worried that I was hurting Emily.  And she
really wanted me to stop.  She tried her best to comfort her, and at one
point even bit me gently.  I wasn't taking proper care of her potential
future slave.

Kind of amazing to see this tiny cat who usually has little use for humans
of any sort, worried sick that this little, very loud human wasn't being
taken proper care of.

Jo