he so funny. he now does a fab impression of his dad. he kind of frowns and peers down his nose in a cross kind of way and looks the spit of toy soldier boy. tee hee. I was laughing so hard when he did that (I think actually the first time he was just making a I'm having a poo face). he loves to make me laugh so did it again, and again, only pausing to laugh himself. (and maybe finish his poo...)
we were rolling on the floor in hysterics when toy soldier boy came in to see what all the fuss was about. he thought it was funny but pretended not to see the resemblance. (and all the while he was frowning and peering down his nose at us, tee hee)
comedy genius.
if he's not a rock star I suppose little cat can be a comedian. as long as he is a nice one, not a mean one who says horrid things to noisy ladies on hen nights tho 
twas a long long weekend. a few fights on the saturday and then the boy spent the rest of the time all quiet and moody looking. asking what's wrong would gain no response. eventually he said that he was being quiet so as not to upset me.
sigh.
such a funny creature.
little cat has discovered all my craft bits and bobs on the shelves in the living room. I knew he would eventually but was hoping for a bit more time.
which means my night off tonight is going to have to be spent reorganizing the shelf so no pointy, poisonous, swallowable, breakable, stabable things live on the lower shelves.
sigh.
ah well you always tend to discovered cool stuff you had forgotten about when sorting through craft supplies.
would prefer to be out drinking beer and misbehaving tho!
