One year old Julie Rae Browne
When my beautiful little girl was a year old she was rambunctious in that meaning I meant she was exuberant. My cat named Smokey did not think it was nice that I replaced her as number one and so rejected or should I say ignored my daughter. No petting from any one except me There was one nice thing the cat did that was good-(setting the scene now is to let you know I left our house at 10:30P.M.-came home at 7:45A.M. 5 days a week (clarifying- working as a nurse) my spouse was in charge of Julie and insisted her crib be next to our bed. Johnnie was a sound sleeper and when Julie would wake up and make a little stir (NOT CRYING) the cat would jump on his chest so he would immediately pick up our child, change her diaper and feed her breakfast. I use to thank the cat often for taking my place. NOW comes:
THE DUCK STORY
When we bought our very first little house, 800 square feet, cost was $5,700, it came with a live white beautiful young duck who lived in the backyard and we called her Quack Quack. One day I brought her to the front yard so Julie could play with her. Held Quack Quack in my lap and let Julie pet her. Then putting Quack Quack down on the lawn and the fun started. Quack Quack waddled a few feet and just about when Julie tried to pet her my little girl would fall on her tush and the duck would immediately stop and watch her and the minute Julie started after her the same thing kept happening and finally after 20 minutes the duck got tired and waddled to the back yard, sat on her nest and produced an egg. From that day forth my first born child had a fresh duck egg for breakfast.