We raised two babies with cats. One cat loved to be mauled; the other not. We trained the babies as best we could and provided a safe haven for the cat (our bed, of course) that didn't want to be handled.
When we had to put that cat down at age 20, our 16-year-old son went out into the backyard and dug a whole up to his chest so that when we buried our beloved cat, no creature from the woods could ever get to him.
The two babies and the two cats ended up being great friends. And what's more, the two babies, ages 36 & 41, to this day still have cats of their own.
From the picture of your daughter who has made birthday "cat" cakes, she loves this cat. I hope she will reconsider. It won't take long for this stage to pass.
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