The other day, he found a new way to express his delight. He leapt up on the bed, stuck his enormous head beneath the magical grey square, and curled up beneath it.
Never mind it was one of the hottest days of the summer. Under the kitty bed Tom wanted to be, so under the kitty bed he went. He watched me take pictures for all of thirty seconds...
... then stretched out and got down to some serious sleeping.
He may pester the old ladies. He may puke in the most inappropriate places at four in the morning. But he gives me this sweet, sleepy face, and all is forgiven.
I am such an easy mark.