Ah, fresh air!

Yes, the thumb-havers gave The Boy a bath last night. We're all feeling much less sniffly, but for some reason he's still scratching a lot. Perhaps he formed a habit while collecting stuff from Outside all over his fur.

Speaking of habits... he lives -- LIVES -- to be chased around the living room. If we are in there and I'm not getting him, he's hollering about it. Grrr, haaawhh, arrrrr... usually with his mouth around a toy, trying to taunt me into wanting it. Which usually works.

Oh, I fulfilled one of my new year's resolutions last week. I caught him. Knew I could.