It has been officially HOT these past few days, and I must say that I envy Max his easy, clothing optional lifestyle (I guess technically, clothing is optional for everyone, but no one says "ahh, look at the dimpled knees! How sweet!" if I don't wear pants). Here he is napping it up, clothed only in a diaper, a sweaty brow, and his ever-present tuft of hair.
Max and the kitties have only recently taken any notice of each other, and their relationship teeters between fascination and fear. Max reaches for the cats when he sees them pass by, but his petting technique still needs honing. The cats, for their part, enjoy his warmth when he is asleep, and enjoy his milky smell even more, but they are unimpressed with his tail-grabbing, fur-yanking tendencies. Here they are having a family counseling session. The turtleskin rug acts as mediator.
Along with the hot weather come the desperate and ultimately futile attempts to keep the house cool. Having eliminated public nudity as an option for myself, I busted out the floor fan. Max found this a source of endlessly absorbing fascination. His head would swivel back and forth, following the fan's motion, and he would close his eyes and laugh every time it blew past his face. It must be so great to live in a state of constant wonder like that, where every time the fan goes past your face it is a humorous surprise, no matter how many times it happens, or at how regular of intervals.
It has been officially HOT these past few days, and I must say that I envy Max his easy, clothing optional lifestyle (I guess technically, clothing is optional for everyone, but no one says "ahh, look at the dimpled knees! How sweet!" if I don't wear pants). Here he is napping it up, clothed only in a diaper, a sweaty brow, and his ever-present tuft of hair.
Max and the kitties have only recently taken any notice of each other, and their relationship teeters between fascination and fear. Max reaches for the cats when he sees them pass by, but his petting technique still needs honing. The cats, for their part, enjoy his warmth when he is asleep, and enjoy his milky smell even more, but they are unimpressed with his tail-grabbing, fur-yanking tendencies. Here they are having a family counseling session. The turtleskin rug acts as mediator.
Along with the hot weather come the desperate and ultimately futile attempts to keep the house cool. Having eliminated public nudity as an option for myself, I busted out the floor fan. Max found this a source of endlessly absorbing fascination. His head would swivel back and forth, following the fan's motion, and he would close his eyes and laugh every time it blew past his face. It must be so great to live in a state of constant wonder like that, where every time the fan goes past your face it is a humorous surprise, no matter how many times it happens, or at how regular of intervals.
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These are just a few of the advantages of being a little baby...nakedness is socially acceptable and everything is entertaining.
except peas. and a lonely nap in the little bed.
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