Yes it's true. Miss Kitty has today cut her first tooth, her lower left front. Where before all was tense white gum, now there is a tiny sharp ridge poking through.
It is sadly too small to photograph but after she bit H as he tried to check with a newly washed finger he assures me that it's very real.
We are of course incredibly proud and just a little relived to find a good reason for the grump she threw yesterday morning.
And with exquisite timing her rose, a Christmas present from Grannie and Grandpa, exploded into flower.
Tomorrow if it's sunny we'll take pictures of the girl with the flower that bears her name. I'm hoping to make this a yearly tradition but that presupposes that I can keep the rose alive long enough.
For now she's just proving that although she's Daddy on the outside, it's Mummy the bookworm on the inside, with the thrilling page-turner that is That's Not My Monkey