We have our morning ritual of T & P being in the bedroom while Terry and I get dressed for work. Peanut is usually on the floor rolling around, acting cute with her little ball, or attacking the feather on a string that Meg sent a few weeks ago. Tubby, on the other hand, likes to just sit on the bed and watch and get pets and smoochies everytime we walk by him. Well, this morning I bent down to pick him up to put him on the bed. I didn't even get my hands around him and he leapt to the little step stool then leapt right up onto the bed, then settled down and looked at me like "See, I can still do it on my own, I don't need your help, mom." Then he just sat there with his two front legs out in front of him looking for all the world like a king on his throne. I couldn't help but go over and smooch on him.

Perhaps maybe I'm babying him too much these days and he wants to let me know he's not that old yet.