when he first got here, he was whiny. very whiny. but hey, I'd probably be whiny too if I was only four weeks old and had no mum, so it's forgivable, I suppose. Now, he knows that it is the secret way to elicit the super-fast-way-to-get-upstairs-without-expending-any-effort. he's figured out how to climb the stairs, but he likes it better when you do all of the heavy lifting. and by heacy I mean ted got fat. roly-poly cat belly.
he spent most of last night in my studio, trying to eat thread, interfacing, a screw from my chair. oh! and my toes. he's trouble, but good trouble.