In this week's extract from my former Facebook archives, my then three-year-old daughter sings a lullaby to Cozy the cat.
In the last couple of years of his life, Cozy used to prowl the house, meowing at the top of his lungs. He particularly liked doing it after we tucked our daughter in for the night. Or when we put her down for a nap.
When my husband and I would tuck our daughter in, we used to read her three stories and sing a quick song before bed. We couldn’t always remember the actual words, so we made a little game of swapping in our own.
At three, my daughter couldn’t read yet, but she could sing. So it was only natural that when Cozy had trouble settling in for the night, she would try to help by singing him a little home-grown lullaby.
Honestly, who needs siblings when you have elderly cats?