He bit me pretty hard--apparently he didn't like his hat. This is still bruised.
His birthday present was getting to drink out of (and splash around in) the toilet. He loves it.
Also gave him a few treats.
He wasn't a super fan of the hat...
Thennnnn, he tipped this shelf over. I was not a happy mama.
But how could a person stay mad at this face?
He likes to pass out on the coffee table.
He has luckily stopped trying to drink my milk, but he likes to be very near to me at breakfast time.
We are so stinking cute.
Whiskers to the eyeball!
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