Lately, Little boy has been claiming the top of the fridge. He has
learned that I will stop and pet him and snorgle with him for awhile.
He has also learned that this is a great place from which to grab
people passing by.

Today, I was in the kitchen with Senyah - both of us fixing something
for lunch. I had my back to Little Boy, but was within paw's reach.

Suddenly, a claw grabs the neck of my t-shirt, and I am pulled
backwards. As I reach the fridge, Little Boy wraps his other paw
around my forehead, while he sniffs around the back of my head -
checking for terroristic treats, perhaps.

He held me in that position while Senyah nearly choked to death,
laughing, for a good two minutes.

Honest, officer, I don't have anything on me!

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark