So most days when I walk into the room a race starts to see who can get to me first.
This time it is between Buster (aka: Little C) and Rag Doll (aka: Little Miss L).
I've been spotted.
Buster starts a fake cry.
Rag Doll just heads over without any noise.
Who will win?
Rag Doll touches me first...
...but Buster pushes his way to the front. Rag Doll was not okay with this development.
Rag Doll pushed her way back onto my lap and Buster rolled off. He did bonk his head a VERY LITTLE bit but the sad face is more that he was upset at being displaced on my lap.
Don't worry, he got to sit on my lap again.
: )
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