Imagine, for a second, that you're sitting in your living room, listening to the sound of the humidifier that isn't doing squat to combat the dry air in your house, and you hear giggling from the region of your child's room, where he is supposed to be reading.
The giggles subside.
Then they start up again.
One might assume that the child was giggling at something funny in his book, right?
Yeah, not here. Here laughter of this sort is only caused by one thing... CAT.
M1 adopted one of the kittens we found under the house last year. M2 and Oz adopted a second, Vixen, but somehow Hermes knows that M1 is the one who picked him and loves him, and he will ONLY obey M1. This is a problem on occasion, because Hermes' other names are synonyms for The Devil, and when M1 isn't around... it's frustrating.
However, when said demon cat decides it wants attention, it will go down the hall to M1's room (usually when M1 is sleeping or trying to sleep) and park itself ON THE BOY. He sleeps on M1's pillow more often than not. Hermes is a very independent cat, though, and primarily keeps to himself.
Today, Hermes got needy. He had already lain on M1 during rest time. I retrieved the boy from underneath the cat so we could go pick up M2, and when we got back home, M1 and M2 went outside to play.
This is the sight that greeted me when I went to investigate. I made the mistake of opening the door to call the boy to come put a muzzle on his cat...
... you get the idea.
They're spending their afternoon together, apparently.
It's a weird symbiotic relationship.
Kind of like the one I have with this.
The psychological implications are too disturbing. I'm going to go fix supper now. I'm sure I'll have a 5-year-old shadow right behind me going, "MOOOOOOOOM??
Gotta love being needed.