Since I feel a little shabby tonight, I will do a repeat, I think I've posted this before. Ha, ha, Robby keeps sitting on my reading material, newspaper, etc. He's a dear little doll. Mike says I shouldn't call him a doll since he's a boy. But he's a baby boy. Tonight I was cleaning some bedroom closet shelves (not fun). I put Robby on the bed so the vacuum cleaner wouldn't scare him. He stayed there for a while but then when I checked, he was gone. I don't worry too much where he is any more.

So, then I was moving my big ladder to another spot in the closet (this is BIG closet, like a room, it could be a nursery) and had to stoop to move shoes and stuff out of the way. Much to my surprise, I saw some black fur way down yonder under the hanging clothes, back against the wall. Robby had curled up in the paper that fell off a hangar, you know, from the cleaners. Somehow it was opened and he was tucked in the middle of it. Surprising for sure, I didn't think he would want to be in the same small room as the vacuum, but he is getting braver and bolder, along with getting bigger.

This morning he came and curled up by my pillow and rested his wittle chin on the corner of the pillow. Now he's perched on the keyboard tray, on the very edge with one leg dangling overboard. He got up by way of the chair, not his original method.

Wm. Arthur Ward says:

Our words reveal our thoughts
Our manners mirror our self-esteem
Our actions reflect our character
Our habits predict the future

That's it, Folks,
KEM