Day 66

The Red Exerciser.

Maybe the saying that pets keep you young has some truth.
The kitten began day II of the uncle Brian/uncle Pierre stay by hiding under the couch.
By 10:00 pm, Sondheim hopped, jumped and climbed on every piece of furniture he had access to, claws at the ready.
I found myself laughing and using far more energy playing with him than I would have on a typical Tuesday.
A bizarre feeling.
I may actually be sad to see him go.
Possibly.

But seriously Dan, must you have suggested naming him Sondheim?
What kind of a cat name is that?
Its so archaic and somber.
Besides, I played some Sweeny Todd today and he much preferred a little Judy.