<the octogenarian found himself entangled in the limbs of a dominatrix...>
Since I've been back, I've found Lulu with her leg over Otty when I come downstairs in the morning.
But when it's just me on the couch in the evenings, she chases him away so she'll have me all to herself. She always has to have the attention of the most significant other in the room.
She hasn't got any shame at all, has she. Actually I love the way these two seem to have bonded -- wasn't Otty the one who was a bit, erm, socially challenged?
Posted by: Pavlov's Cat | October 20, 2007 at 11:12 PM
He's a shy fellow, to be sure. What's interesting is that he's beccome more outgoing, even with visitors, since Leonard's demise. Part of the problem in the past may have been that there was always a dominant male around.
Posted by: elsewhere | October 21, 2007 at 07:27 PM
Best. Cat. Video. Ever. (or this year, anyway): http://angelaathomas.com/2007/10/21/imagine-this-then-double-it/ The ending is complete genius.
Posted by: M-H | October 22, 2007 at 07:20 PM
Thanks. That's tres cutre. Both Leonard and Lulu have done that thing of tapping on my ear when I'm asleep.
Posted by: elsewhere | October 24, 2007 at 10:27 AM