We did not follow our routine last night - that is, we were not where we are supposed to be at 9:00 at night. We were not sitting upstairs in the bedroom giving Allen his nightly dose of loving. We were instead sitting downstairs with company and having a good time.

Allen was walking around the room meowing for scritchies and belly rubs. We would reach down and scratch him for a minute or two, but nothing serious like his normal nightly loving... so Allen decided to get serious! My friend's 3 year old daughter was sitting on the floor playing and he walked up to her and gave her a head bumpie that sent the poor child flying backwards! What can you say to that one? We laughed and Grant gave Allen a nice serious, heavy duty loving! Allen walked away happy and the 3 year old decided to plant herself next to Nicki, the protector!

Where was Pouncer during all this? HIDING! We had a gaggle of young girls who all wanted to play with him, and after an hour of having his feather wand slap in his face, he ran for the smallest hideyhole he could find! LOL I gave him some wet food as a "sorry Pouncer, you're a good boy" consolation prize (no wonder he's getting fat!)