I've got a teeney-tiny crazy cat lady on my hands. At six months Georgia was crawling. She wasn't crawling towards me or to her father - she was crawling towards this one.
Well, today this cute lady is 10 months old (Ten?! Seriously?! This doesn't seem possible). Not even her old age has mellowed her love for the kitteh.
So obsessed is she I'm certain she'll grow up to be a feline herself. Practice makes perfect, right?
Only two more months until this peach is an entire year old. I know it shouldn't, but this kind of breaks my heart. It seems like the end of an era. I'm sure I'll be relieved somehow once it's the day after her birthday and everything seems just the same.