We took groceries over to our friends K & J's house and made dinner for them tonight; their son is 4 weeks old today, having been born coincidentally on our anniversary. We told them several stories, including this one Dawn told that I'd forgotten until she started telling it...
When Rachel was very young, maybe as little as 4 weeks old or younger, but certainly before 5 months, since we were still in the old house, we were showing her to Tom, or maybe showing her him. One of us was holding her down very low to the floor and he came right up and sniffed her, as cats so often do.
As he was doing this, completely and utterly without warning, she sneezed right in his face. One of those gooey sneezes that sends several tendrils of spit into his fur and whiskers. His ears flattened out, he lowered his body and flinched away from her, squinting. Then after a moment's stunned silence he jumped away and ran downstairs.
It was hysterical.