Squeaky Kitty

Grandma Rose always let me play with her jewelry and make-up samples, including letting me paint her nails.  And she let me use the red nail polish, which I don't think I truly appreciated until Abbey wanted to paint my nails and showcased how much fine motor skill nail painting really requires.

Nan's house meant cousins, a well-worn copy of Pat the Bunny, and toys that were rectangular cubes with four levels that you had to maneuver a little ball through to get from the top to the bottom.

For Abbey, and now Dylan, Great-Grandma Pat's house means a chance to play with Squeaky Kitty, a battery operated stuffed cat that walks and meows, or squeaks.  From the moment I mention going to visit Grandma Pat, Abbey chatters on and on about Squeaky Kitty.  She immediately asks about SK, and the little striped kitten stays on most of the afternoon.

We owe Grandma Pat some new batteries.

so happy to have Squeaky Kitty to herself 

someone took a nap during the drive to Grandma Pat's

Was there a special toy you played with when visiting your grandparents or other family members?