I am now convinced that we have the most patient cat on earth. Kitty (yes, our cat's name is Kitty) has been through a lot over the past 4 years "growing" up with Ella...he's had bows put on his head, been taken for rides in strollers, had his "hair" brushed, worn hats, and even been 'forcibly coerced' into her puppy carrier for her stuffed puppy (which, btw, is roughly half the size of Kitty). Throughout all these experiences Kitty has escaped from Ella's clutches as soon as he could make a break for it (with surprisingly minimal bodily harm done to his torturer). However, this past Sunday night we watched as he sat perfectly still for about 10 minutes while Ella wrapped her purple boa around and around him until she had it "perfect." He looked completely mortified (yes, cat's can actually look mortified...if you don't believe me just look again at the pictures) but he sat and endured for as long as he could. I guess he's finally taken up the old adage, "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em!"
