Myst has it made. He has found a way to stay out of trouble and still watch the goings-on. Today, the little one-and-a-half-year-old human came over. This little guy is being raised with cats so he understands us (he thinks).
He grabbed the cat brush and came after me, thinking I would want to be brushed. Well, yes, I love being brushed, but ONLY BY MY OWN PET HUMANS. So basically I ran under the bed and he ran after me. Then I jumped on the bed and he started to climb up, but I jumped off and ran down the hall. He never caught me though my pets were keeping a close eye on all of us. We all got a lot of exercise. I do not think Terry needs that gym club membership anymore.