But sorry, no pics.

9:45 pm, almost time for bed, and the doorbell rings. It was one of the ladies that is on the townhome board with Terry. Terry had to miss the meeting because he was out of town so she stopped by to drop off some paperwork. Cracker Jack, ever the sociable one, always has to come and greet this lady and act cute for her. I don't know if she likes cats because she has never once tried to pet him, but he always has to come say Hi to her.

So, we're standing there talking and he's sprawled out on the runner - belly up. We stop talking and look at him and I say something about him. He knows we're talking about him so he rolls over and sits up a bit. At the very same time he is sitting up, she is saying "Looks like somebody is looking to have his tummy rubbed." The second she said "tummy rubbed" he flopped over again, legs splayed out, tummy fully exposed for said rubs.

It was just so funny that just as she said that he rolled over and went spread eagle again. It was as if he knew what she was saying and was responding with a resounding "YES! Come rub my tummy!"

Such a silly boy. Video would have been just too perfect here - drat!