Nate had a great time with me and with Tig, but we only have pictures of Nate and Tig.
Nate used the catfish pole and managed to catch a big one.
No, wait. Tig caught the pole. Or did he catch Nate?
I dub thee: Sir Tig.
Boy and Cat take a moment out to pose for an absolutely perfect picture. Thanks, Boy! Thanks, Tig!
Downtime successful. And now Nate is no longer the only G. child who hasn’t spent a night at Aunt Meryl’s. (Elisson, we got through the last level of the Simpsons module that we were working on. Or something. Oh. Look for the glow. Makes things a whole lot easier.)
Oh, man! They are both so adorable!!! And it looks like they had a great time. It must have been fun to watch.
Look at them! Both having fun and Tig is so big
He really is. I was thinking it was the perspective of the shot, but that last one has Boy and Cat right next to each other—and Tig really IS that big. Over thirteen pounds and nearly three feet long from ear to tail.
My little guy is up to 5 lbs at 4 months. He has this mohawk like strip of fur running down his back.
I need one of those catfish poles.
Ut-oh. Sounds like your guy is going to match Tig in size.
Does he like to sit on you?
Tig sleeps on me at night. He lies across my shins, or sometimes my ankles. And when I wake up in the morning and he decides he wants to be petted, he walks up my body and plops down on my torso. Which he practically covers.
He likes to sit, lol about and pounce.
Everyone. Sleeps on my computer chair or in the spare room on the comfy quilt. He also likes to sit on the back of my chair and restyle my hair.