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I was teasing Babe with the stick end of the feather toy, scraping it along the carpet as she chased it. I tired of the sport before she did (I was having a blast, too) and set it down. Then I felt bad for ignoring her, so I reached over and patted Scott's stomach (he was lying on his back on the bean-bag chair), jokingly. Babe immediately responded by standing, walking over, and stepping cautiously up onto the beanbag and then onto Scott. He is now neatly colonized by a happy cat (and doesn't seem too unhappy himself), though we were both a little surprised at how quickly and easily she took that invitation (usually it takes several sounds to coax her into place). So. CUTE.
And I am so tired. I gobed now.
And I am so tired. I gobed now.
