Again with the Kitten

This morning, one of the last few nights waking up in CO, I woke to one of those moments you wish there was a third party there to take a picture.  I'm smashed between Shannon and Gavin who came in at 5:30am and luckily went back to sleep.  Next to Gavin was our first baby, Rusty.  Gavin looks at me and says, "Look at Rusty's sad face, he wants a kitten. His mouth is like an arrow." He says this while pulling down on the corners of his mouth.  It reminded me of another moment where I wish we had a third party to take a picture.  When Rusty was a kitten and we had just gotten him in Virginia I woke up one morning to me spooning Shannon and Rusty spooning me. The length of his body as a kitten was nearly as long as I am tall. There were paws at the back of my head and paws near the back of my knees.