My supervisory committee particularly likes to perch on my back when I'm crouched over working on something -- scrubbing up a mess on the carpet or cleaning out a litter box. One of these days he'll leap when I'm not well balanced and we'll crash face downward in something uckky. Nope, come to think of it, Cassy will leap off as I'm going down and probably be rating my landing. ["Good one-point landing in the sand, Mom. 5.8!!!"]

I was repotting some herbs in the kitchen the other day, it was just too bitter outside. Livvy supervised. Cassy joined right in ... "Hey, I didn't know you played in dirt, too, Mom. Try a little claw action to really get some distance in those throws!".