(I haven't posted here in sooo long. I've been really bad about updating. Anyhoo, here I am! )
While getting ready this morning, I heard a pathetic whimper. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out where Scouty (almost 17 weeks) had gone. I panicked for a minute and then checked underneath the bed (one of his favorite new activities - scrounging around under beds/sofas/chairs ).
There's the little stinker, staring at me with these positively PATHETIC little eyes ... "Mommy, how in the world do I get out of here?!!!!" Apparently he had gotten under on the side of the bed, where the metal sides are taller. He was trying to get OUT at the base, where the metal bars were too low for him to get out. Poor little guy! He attacked me with kisses once I "rescued" him!
Mommy was verrry evil and took a pic to document the moment.
And while I'm at it, two more cute pics ....
Those irresistible pink paws (no, usually not that clean ... this was just after a much-hated bath )
Looking handsome relaxing in the sun