They know.

When we got back from our last trip to Indonesia we came home to new neighbours. While I haven't really gotten to know them, we have definitely gotten to know their cat.

Peppy is a favorite in our house. She is unbelievably friendly and puts up with Luke 'patting' (bashing) her. The best part is, Luke can have a pet without us maintaining it. Excellent.

As I'm writing this Peppy has just jumped over the fence and is at the window saying 'hello'. 

She knows.

Just like she knew when the accident happened. She would not leave our yard and her face was full of concern for Luke. She hung around for days worried about Luke's wellbeing.

What is it with animals and them 'knowing'?

What is it with babies 'knowing'?

Last week I got sick after letting 'the wind enter my body' (Indonesian thing) and just wanted to sleep. Hendrik went and got Luke in the morning and put him next to me in bed. Instead of demanding food, Luke grabbed my face and gave me a 'kiss' (more like, tried to eat my face, but it's the thought that counts). He started playing a game that only he and I play where we try and match our voices with each other (and I check his teeth, he thinks it's a game!).   

We're all about 'ish', we even made these pants

He knew.

And then this morning, he woke up many times distressed throughout the night. Finally when we all got up for the day, we noticed that one of the 'ish' (that's Luke-speak for 'fish'). Had died.

Animals, babies. They know.