The two cats we had when my son was born instantly understood that he was the new kitten in the house and he was to be treated with the utmost care and gentleness - that I was his mother cat and that I would protect him if need be, they seemed to understand, too, though I never needed to do anything to keep them from harming him. They both loved him - they were spayed females. We have pictures of him at his not-quite-crawling stage, when he was only a bit bigger than our calico, sort of hauling himself over top of her on the floor. She just lay there and let him pile on top of her. He has always had a special touch with cats, and some cats who do not let anyone else come near have let him touch them and play with them, even when he was a pre-schooler. I think bringing up children with animals builds compassion, at the very least - and it can bring about a sense of responsibility for other living creatures. It also augments a general sense of love for all living things, I think. I will never be sorry that we had cats when my son was a baby.
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