I volunteered to entertain two young girls, ages 3 and 5, while their mother helped a friend paint her house. I brought them to my house to play with my cats, Smudge and Oreo. Oreo found a real good hiding place that neither of the girls found despite their intensive searching. Smudge allowed himself to be the sacrificial play object. J J, the oldest, wanted to use the small cloth ball to tease Smudge with. I cautioned her not to use her hands to play with him. He had sharp claws, and he could easily scratch her hands without meaning to hurt her.
All went well, I left the room for a moment, and I heard JJ’s wailing. “HE HURT ME”. I returned to the room to reissue my warning about the hands, and I saw a small spot of blood…………on her FOOT. “I didn’t play with my hands”, she protested.
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