Now that I'm going to be a big brother, there's apparently a family expectation that I will help more. Unfortunately, I got caught sleeping on the job.

I caught heck for that so Moms and Dads told me that I had to hold baseboard in place. I told them that I'm just a kitten -- an eleven year old kitten -- and a kitten needs his rest. So they said I could hold the baseboard in place while resting in my puffy kitty nest. I thought it was a pretty fair compromise so I obliged.

Then I said, "Hey, where's Archy?" Moms and Dads explained to me that I was better at the brawny stuff, and Archy will be contributing to the baby's wellbeing by teaching him or her math or classical music. Whatever. Baseboard is fine with me.
More pictures to come.
Purrs and kisses from JD!
1 comment:
all good cats become baseboards in their ninth life. The better you behave, the better a baseboard you'll end up as.
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