I have a slight problem with my kitten Toby. The Tobe. Tobias Zachary Ziegler. He's healthy, he eats like there's no tomorrow, he's got more energy than a spider monkey on crack, there's just one teeny, tiny, itsy, bitsy problem.
I keep losing him.
He's SO FREAKING TINY, DUDES. I can't FIND him half the time, and since Finn is a strapping young lad who acts like an infant in that he insists on being HELD, and I mean CRADLED LIKE A NEWBORN all the time, or else he ends up flopping all over the place like he's misplaced his SPINE:
I spend a lot of time carrying him to and fro (because I am a SUCKER) and lo and behold, I can't find Toby again. He's very independent, and I find him in the weirdest places, like in Lulu's box o' foods:
Or paying his respects to his dearly departed big brother: (Just TRY to find him in this one)
or hiding behind some curtains before he makes fettuccine out of them:
But the point is that even when I have to look in every single nook and cranny of my entire apartment, including but not exclusive to the drain of the bathtub and behind the toaster, one look in those big gray eyes and I'm hopeless against him, no matter how many hours I spend looking for his wee ass.
Plus, he likes sitting on my belly and watching me write.
That's my Toby.
