So there is hope for my independant boy... ooops, I mean Young Man?

Last night I was determined to hold him and picked him up from one of his hidey-holes (hey, if you get him when he's asleep, he might not run as quickly ) He stretched out real long in my arms and flexed his paws and stayed put for a good half hour.... that is until my arms were getting tired and I tried to shirt him to a more comfy posistion (he didn't find it comfy) and he ran off. Oh well... at least my lap cat sat in my lap again.

And then later, Grant was sitting in bed while I was helping the kids with homework, Pouncer jumps up on the bed and talk to Grant... and begs him for loving! This is so not fair!