Torturing the Cat

It was house cleaning day, so I closed the door to all the rooms that were off limits to the cat and the boy. This left no where for cat to hide from the boy. So the boy tortured the cat, chasing him all around, smart enough and big enough now to climb on things or squirm under things to reach the cat. The cat was obviously annoyed. Honestly, the cat could use some exercise. Such a life to be a cat, sleeping 75% of the day and night away, leaving the other 25% of the day eating and watching birds from the safety of a window in a nice warm house. The boy took advantage of his new ability to corral the cat and smother him with love, literally smother. The cat finally crawled under the coffee table. The boy crawled under too. "Mommy, Rusty hiding." The boy touches the cat and the annoyed cat bats him with a paw, as if to say, "Seriously boy, touch me again!" The boy just laughs and tries to touch the cat again. This time the cat gives a gentle bite on the boys arm to say, "I told you, enough already." The boy squeals in laughter again and says, "Rusty eating Gavin!" Rusty runs away, while Mommy and Gavin continue laughing. Poor Rusty!

 

Animal Activist

Driving to story time today a dog is in the middle of the road, licking at some left over road kill. I slow down, but it doesn't appear to want to move. So I swerved around, Gavin says, "Don't hit her mommy!"

Continuing the drive:

Mommy: I see a jet Gavin, look!
Gavin(While looking through his makeshift binoculars of two hands squeezed around his eyes): I don't see it!