Jeff took birthday monkey out in the yard today to get me to chase him. It worked! We had so much fun wrestling and racing that Mommy came out to take some photos. Here's one:
Can you see my ears going flappity flap?
In this one you can see that we're actually chasing:
Then Mommy drove off to work. A few hours later, she came home and loaded us in the car to go talk to the weird window again. That part was boring but she drove with the windows open so we got lots of breeze. It was so nice that we were quiet the whole way (no fighting!). I am soooo happy today.
Since I was small, I have belonged to the Cult of Lobsty. Lobsty is a constant in my life of worshipping toys.
This is actually the very first Lobsty, Lobsty I. He was blue and I loved him.
Lobsty III is red, just like Lobsty II. One of the reasons I worship him is because he has lots of braided legs, a stuffed body, and little felt bits, all of which are great to grab onto for a game of tug. He has heft, but isn't awkward to carry, like Octy-puss.
Mommy moved the living room furniture around yesterday, which was very confusing. When she was done, though, I realized that Something Wonderful had happened. Mommy was much more available for playtimes and snuggles.
Here's Jeff snuggling:
and here's me thinking about getting a toy to play with: