Close call

Hello again. I babysat my niece yesterday. We had a ball as usual. When she first saw me she smiled and giggled. We played for hours until Mommy (my sister) came home. We had a close call. I was telling my sister about how one of the cats was hanging around me for petting and my niece next to me touched fur. The cats usually keep their distance from the baby. Well the phone rang so the baby was placed the floor, then my sister sat back down to have a cat jump on her lap. The tail of the cat was wiggling in front of the baby on the floor and the baby grabbed its tail. No meowing so I assume it felt no pain. My sister grabbed the baby's hand and cat's tail to separate them with her stern NO at the baby. The cat ran away and my sister said the baby was lucky she did not get bit for that. My sister's cats are declawed, but still have sharp teeth.
My niece and I had a magical moment that made me wish my sister had nanny cams in her house to record it. I was laying on the floor on my side next to my niece. She crawled over and plopped herself next to me so we were both laying down facing each either. She streched her arm and gave me a hug. Ahhhhhh. It was so touching, until she grabbed my hair. Then the moment ended. Later we had a moment when I kept making her laugh and squeal when my sister was in the next room. I was just laughing and it made her laugh with me. I didn't have to tickle her.
My cousin called my sister's house asking if she would want to go to a musical called "Movin Out" coming to town. I said I would like to come too. I have money now that Christmas is over and I'm rebounding financially from it. It is on a day I work so I will have to ask for it off. I am also thinking more seriously over getting a cat from my raise last week. I won over my sister who was once very against me having one once. She said I could not handle putting an animal to sleep because I'm so emotionally fragile. Yeah sure. If someday I would have to put an animal asleep I would cry, grief, and then get another cat like my aunt replaces her dogs after they die. I can recover from loss. I finally snapped out of my depression from last Christmas's funerals and ready to have fun again. I can't wait to volunteer at that local museum. That is my idea of fun. Unlike people at work who get drunk and lose their license to a cop do for fun. If that makes me boring, then so be it.
I noticed a certain janitor was missing from work this week. He must be on vacation in Japan visiting his son. He is a college foreign exchange student who will graduate this spring. I asked the janitor to get me a Japanese doll, with kimono and parasol. I have an Asian doll with robes and parasol I got from an antique shop. I'm not sure of the nationality so don't know what to call the outfit. I love dolls. I call my doll collection being my father's daughter. He collects too, often too much. I told my sister that I would have to cat-proof my apartment before getting one. I am sure a coffee table covered in breakable ceramic dolls is unwise to have around an animal. I would have to place them on a wall. Well no more news here. Post later. Bye!