Sunday evening T was home before 10. Not by much by I was still awake. That though is a story for another day.
T was chattering away with me giving the cats all the loving. Apparently they were more missed than I was. LOL LOL Loki is loving the attention until he no longer is and squirms free. Lucky is watching him with distrust. She loves to cuddle with me but does not like to be picked up and held unless on her terms. Like you have just gotten out of the shower and she wants loving.
He turns to Thomas waiting patiently for his turn at his feet. Picks him up and comments on his weight.
Not once. But a few times calling Thomas chunky and what was I feeding to him. Same as always but he likes food. Still plays with Loki and balls. Runs around so am not terribly worried.
I guess though that Thomas took offense to the discussion of his fat. As I watched he reached up and…..bop! He bopped T on the nose. I howled. Cried I was laughing so hard. T took great offense. Put Thomas on the ground. Affronted he informed that that was not funny. I begged to differ as I laughed my butt off.
I told K yesterday more than once because…..bop!