a cat named Moo. He showed up on my back porch around Christmas last year... and the rest is history.
Well, Moo has this funny thing he does with his toys. Every day I "clean up" after the boys and put their toys in their toy basket. They know they're there and go on over and pick one out whenever they want to play. It's really, really cute.
Moo, however, doesn't like his toys there. He likes them all in one place, sure, but just not that place. So at night when I'm sleeping, he works very hard to rearrange things. One by one, he grabs a toy and carries them somewhere else to pile them.
I know he does it, but this morning's pile was especially cute -- it was like he brought them all over to me! Never mind my pajama pants and T-shirt (I sleep in a tank top and shorts, but keep these by my bed because it's freezing when I wake up)... but look at what a funny pile he made on them!
He brought me a whole bunch of toys and it was the first thing I saw when I got up. It was so cute, and such a sweet way to start the day. He can't make me breakfast or switch on the coffee, so he just does what he can to show me he loves me...
Cats! Gotta love 'em.