Bob. He always cracks me up. This morning, as always, being an wide-open kinda guy that he is, was running around underfoot as I was trying to load the washer. So, I picked him up, and sat him in the basket on top of the unwashed whites. He has been trained not to jump out of things like this, as he rides on the motorcycle with me. So, there he sat. And sat. And sat. Watching me as I walked by. So, after about 5 mins, I picked him up, and put him on the floor. And off he goes!!! Cat chasing and general mayhem ensued.
Gotta love the little guy.
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