DH and I had settled in to watch The War on PBS when 8-Bit awoke from his nightly nap. We knew we were in for a rough night with him when he played, "Beat on Scratch Until He Screams Like a Little Girl". That game is usually reserved for his 3am tear around the apartment.
He ran around here like he was a kitten again. Climbing things, trying to get into cupboards, attempting to open the refrigerator, and being an all around PIA. I swear he did laps around this place at 40mph.
Knowing that he needed a ton of attention I decided to nab him, sit him in my lap and give him the ultimate rub down. A half an hour later he was zonked out and sleeping across my head.
Trust me, I do NOT miss his kitten days.
He ran around here like he was a kitten again. Climbing things, trying to get into cupboards, attempting to open the refrigerator, and being an all around PIA. I swear he did laps around this place at 40mph.
Knowing that he needed a ton of attention I decided to nab him, sit him in my lap and give him the ultimate rub down. A half an hour later he was zonked out and sleeping across my head.
Trust me, I do NOT miss his kitten days.