A boy and his hydra

Never far apart, even when asleep.

Someone didn't want me to go to work

Does he not look pitiful?

The face he makes when I sing

Teefs for Eric

A picture for Uncle Eric, stuck in Washington for work.

I am concerned his eyes look a bit like those of the Demon Sheep from the political ads.

Firsts

Tiny licked my face for the first time today.

This used to be my coffee table

This ottoman used to hold a tray where I kept remotes and the like. Tiny has scooted the tray over with his little butt and it now serves as one of his many watching posts. Clear line of sight into the kitchen where, heavens knows, anything could happen. Best to be ready.

Sleeping

On me. Because, why not, really?