As I've written many times before, Audrey loves those dang cats. She is always all over them: hugging and squeezing them, picking them up and dragging them around, petting them and pulling on their tails. They don't seem to mind. I've always trusted that Lauren would stop Audrey from going too far, or that the cats would run away if they didn't like it.
As expected, Audrey spent most of the party loving up the cats in between taking bites out of cookies and putting them back. As it was getting about time for us to go, I gave Audrey the 5-minute warning. She got her last (literal) licks in with Whiskers while I gathered our things. I got my purse and pulled out my iPhone, as I do thousands of times a day...checking my messages to see if a big-time publisher had offered me a book deal and Twitter to see if Big Daddy was sullying my good name. One of those two things happens quite frequently.
|Not actual friends of Lauren's family,|
but the sweater on the left looks awfully familiar.
And then I did what I'd like to think any good mother would do in that situation...I pretended that I'd never seen the child before, skulked away to the foyer, and prepared to hightail it out of there. As I was pulling on my coat and boots, I overheard an awesome re-creation of "Who's on first?" with Audrey yelling "I'M MAD!" -- meaning "she's mad" -- and the woman yelling back "I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE MAD! I'M MAD!" Hee.
In the meantime, Lauren came to the rescue and broke up the altercation, so unfortunately I still had to take Audrey home with me. Turns out the woman is an avid cat enthusiast who signs her Christmas cards with her cats' names and wears not just Christmas sweaters, but cat Christmas sweaters.
**COMMENT RED ALERT** No going off on this woman, as she is a friend of Lauren's family. Lauren is the only thing that stands between me and the booby hatch, and her family is the nicest, most supportive bunch of people that you could ever hope to meet. More members of her family read this blog than my own family does. They felt really bad about what happened, and anyway the following week her father came and plowed my driveway after a snowstorm and I would gladly let all their friends line up around the block to bawl Audrey out if it meant getting my snow plowed and I am a great mother the end.