Over the last week or so, a certain striped guy has been dipping his furry feet into the weird and scary world of lap sitting (something Maggie figured out the day we got her). Not sure, but I suspect he thought his stripes might fall off if he succumbed to such hedonistic temptation.
It started with a 30-second, very uncomfortable-looking four paws on Daniel's lap. It progressed to a minute or so of slightly less uncomfortable paws on the lap, and so on until, after screwing up the last of his whiskery courage, last night we got 30 minutes of this:
Not sure if it was the blanket or the glass of wine (and the futile hope he might get some) that caused the change of heart, but I'm all for it!
