When I moved into Husband's apartment in Paris there was a kind of "upset" between us. Husband, though he knew very well that I had a cat, did not actually think that Boo would be moving with me into his apartment. Terrified of the hair shedding possibilities (not to mention the litter box) we had many long discussions about where the cat was allowed to go (not on the bed, coffee table, bathroom, or anywhere that could knock over the TV) and how many times a week week we would vacuum (every day?!).
After several months of living together, Husband fell in love with Boo Radley, boldly renaming him Petit Chat and generally forgetting all the strict rules that he had laid down at the start. Cats will be cats, after all. These days he is fiercely jealous of Boo and I's mother/cat relationship and says hello to the cat before me when he comes home from work (I don't mind).
All that to say, this cat is unbearably cute. No one can resist his adorable ways.
One of Boo's favorite games is fetch. He loves Q-tips and get's one every morning when I am getting ready for work. I find them stashed in the living room in his favorite chair in multiples, like a little Q-tip graveyard. But it starts like this.
|The innocent victim awaits|
|Did you throw it mama?|
|Then we must vigorously attack the evil accomplice, Small Blue Rug|
|Is the Q-tip under here?|
|You cannot escape!|
|And then we dash under the evil Small Blue Carpet, because one must hide from mama, obviously.|
|If Small Blue Carpet does not yield Q-tip, we must attack Big Blue Carpet.|
|And hide under anything we can. Because NO ONE CAN SEE US HERE.|
We do this every morning. He never tires of it, and frankly neither do I. Impossibly cute, I tell you.
Here he is, in action.
If you follow that link to youtube, it turns out Boo Radley Petit Chat (His official full name) is not all that original. But whatever. My baby is the cutest.