Wednesday morning, I was getting ready for work. Tommy was already dressed & fed. We were in my bedroom when, Daisy, my black & white cat that Tommy calls: "Diggey", decided to crawl under my king-sized bed. It was cute. Tommy got on his hands & knees and looked under the bed and was trying to point and show me that "Diggey" went under there. And, being a boy, Tommy decided to go under the bed too, to get his cat. Before I could stop him, he was halfway between me and the other side of the bed. Daisy, realizing her predator was caving in, was long gone by then. On the other side of the bed, there was a plastic tub, blocking Tommy's escape. I went over there, removed the plastic tub, and saw Tommy under the bed, then trying to figure out how to avoid being plucked out from underneath his new exciting hideaway. Luckily, I was able to get ahold of both his hands and slide him out on the wood floor. His head ducked under the side of the wooden fraim. He had abig huge smile on his cute little face.
Another cute story, on Monday morning, Tommy had just woken up. I held him for a minute, while I was pulling out his outfit for the day, when he wanted down. I set him down and heard the pitter-patter of his cute little feet as he ran into the living room. I chased after him, to discover he was playing hide & go seek w/ the big brown sliding door curtain in the dining room. All you could see were his cute little bare feet sticking out underneath the curtain, and his hysterical little cackle. So I walked around, "Tommy! Tommy! Where are you?!?!" Just to hear that excited little cackling sound was pure Heaven. He immediately swung the curtain open and proceeded to run to get away from me, letting out this super loud, super happy shrilling laugh. He is such a happy little boy.
