Friday, July 24, 2009

Blue Eyed Boy

I like to greet my humans when they come back to our comfortable little den from their daylong hunting.

Here is me greeting my Mama:

I think they like to be 'greeted' too, because they cuddle me a lot and calls me their 'Blue Eyed Boy' when I do what I do when they come back. I think that is a term of endearment they preserved for me. I think I like it too.