a tidbit.

MH, petting Stella and whispering into her ear: "Oh Stella, I love you. You're so lucky."

Me, trying to hide my laugh: "Why do you think Stella's so lucky?"

MH, completely seriously, without taking her eyes off Stella: "Because . . . . . she's a cat."


Then, after thinking a minute:

MH: "She doesn't have to think about things. Like Haiti."