He spent a long time attached to me in his carrier, holding on to a stuffed hamster he found in my bookshelf. He decided it was a kitty cat ("mao-mao" in his language) and was quite enthralled.
After a while he was ready to get down and cruised all around carrying the "cat" and a mouse.
It seemed little could be better until I gave him an empty spray bottle. Note the discarded animals!
Ro and I are both horribly sick this week so there is not a lot of sleeping going around. It's been pretty rough so I'm savoring moments like these. Oops, baby woke!
Now imagine if you had a stuffed spray bottle for him!
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