Rocco has a new pad. He's now keen on the deepest, darkest recesses of my closet. He doesn't stay (hide?) in there all the time, no. When I climb into bed at the end of the day, trashy sci fi novel in hand, like a flash he's at my side. He stays there until he knows I'm settled in for the night (or longer) and then goes back to his Fortress of Solitude. Such a good caring boy he is!
Oh yeah, he comes out to eat and get his mid day pats too. Our ferocious warrior beast has a schedule to keep, don'cha know.
Our dear, adorable Coco? She continues to help The Amazing Bob watch old movies on the telly. Unfortunately, she hogs the clicker. When she's not on his lap, allowing to our TAB that she prefers old Star Trek eps to cowboy movies, she's leaping and tumbling through the air after dust motes, possible bugs and the bottle caps and toy mice we pitch to her. The kid's got more energy than a coke fueled manic depressive in an extended up phase.