Thursday, June 14, 2007
The Life Aquatic
Yesterday I brought home a squeaky terry-cloth octopus that my coworker Allison had donated to Arthur's ever-expanding toy bin. Apparently, her cats had rejected it, and their loss proved to be his gain. Woohoo!
He and I have this go-get-it routine with new toys where I put the thing on a chair and he whines until I say, okay. Except this time he added this horse-y hoof-to-the-dirt pawing action, which I took as a warm up to imminent chomping. You are SO mine, terry-cloth octopus.
And then he grabbed it,