OK, between daddy being gone and the beans being trapped in the house by the frigid weather and great white death falling, the stinky boy has been using me as his main source of entertainment and exercise.
Finally, on Monday, I'd had enough. I ran and ran and he chased and chased and tried to hug the stuffing out of me. Finally I hissed and hid under the table where the boy couldn't get to me.
Then this happened.....
The whole time he was going "kitty, kitty!" Yup, that is the picture of me on top of the table I was hiding under.
sigh. Now I feel like crud. Mommy said "honey, he just loves you so much he can't help himself."