It’s mundane, pointless and by gum I’m sharing.
Sunday evening, my youngest - Cuervo, was acting funny. Didn’t want to play with Mr. Feather-on-a-Stick, didn’t want to warm himself by the fireplace or even beat the stuff out of my hand in a boxing match. So, I just let him be.
A few minutes later, he picked up one of the stuffed cats he has as toys by the scruff of her (?) neck and started walking around with her. For several minutes, he strolled from room to room with her.
Then, right in front of me and Bus Wife, he set her down. And moved behind her.
Where I caught a solid glimpse of little pink Cuervo Junior at attention.
Side note: The toy cat in question is a dead ringer in color for his nemesis, Evil, Fat Scarlett
Bus Wife was appalled. Screaming at me to make him stop.
“Well babe, I’m not sure I would want to be interrupted, and after all, there is a nice romantic fire going for them”
Now, the “issue” that he was having is that he’s a pretty good sized 6-month old, and his kitty-friend is just bigger than a beanie baby. So it took some serious contortions for him to, um…reach the target. But the little guy did manage somehow.
Now, I know my fellow dopers, and whenever, or wherever a cat thread is started, there is a general ruckus made for pictures.
Would I disappoint you?
Next, he just stands her up, and gets 'er done , if you will.
Later, he went back by the fireplace, bathed himself and took a nap, leaving the girlfriend lying on the floor to fend for herself. Bus Wife said he learned that from me. I said no, if he had, he’d be popping the top of a Harp Lager right about now.
Regardless, I was a proud daddy. The whole episode made me almost wish there had been a camera there with me and the Redhead Who Will Remain Unnamed back at the Bel-Air Drive In, back on that day in September '74. But, I digress…
Time to get the little guy to Dr. Heather I think.