Pixie and Peaches

Pixie was two years old when Peaches came to be her bestest friend.  Pixie was almost as big as Peaches at the time.
Peaches, being a large cat, was nervous about being lifted off the ground so he'd sink his kitty talons firmly into anyone who tried to pick him up, purring for the attention but terrified he'd be dropped.  Everybody loved Peaches but nobody wanted to hold him.  I personally refused to pick up Peaches because I have a serious aversion to being perforated.  Pixie, however, could slide her miniature arm under Peaches' belly and hoist him off the grass, and he'd just hang there.  I thought Peaches let Pixie pick him up because he'd only be a half inch off the ground, but then I watched her teensy little self precariously scale the ladder to the tree house using only one arm while Peaches dangled from the other.  I was pretty impressed with Pixie's strength and agility, once I got done throwing up from panic.
If you've ever had a pixie or other mythological creature of your own, you know there's no sense in attempting to put the kibosh on their powers, so I learned to just not look when Pixie climbed to the top of everything we owned with Peaches in her little mitt.
One day Pixie rushed into the house sobbing till she could barely breathe.  "What's wrong?!"  I was afraid her hair was on fire or something.
Pixie gasped out, "Peaches doesn't love me anymore!"
I wasn't really able to pull together any kind of intelligent response to that.
"Daddy said!"  Pixie sobbed.
What?!  I grabbed a handful of seamstress pins with every intention of stabbing them repeatedly into Hunneypunkin's lips to make him pay for spitting such a stupid and heartless statement into Pixie's ear, but just before I marched into the man cave I paused to consider that Hunneypunkin isn't really a stupid and heartless kind of a guy.  He's a pleasant, decent, hardworking sort.  A regular Jeremy Renner.  I put away the pins, remembered to breathe, and asked Pixie, "Why did Daddy say that?"
Pixie puffed and snuffled and said, "Daddy said that if I keep taking Peaches up to the tree house and then throwing him off, Peaches won't love me anymore."
Oh, Lord.  Perhaps I should have paid closer attention.  Is there a support group for parents of pixies?