Oscar rampaged around the house with his usual zeal today, but decided he needed some extra snugs from his brothers. He hopped in Stan’s current favorite cardboard box and received a bath for his troubles, so he sought a less pushy snugmate. Cue Grandpa Nutter.
Later on he followed me into the exercise room to serve as moral support. I started a new lifting program this week and he likes to hang out while I mutter to myself and catch my breath between sets.
As I write this, he’s zonked again while snugging Stan on top of the recliner, so everyone is on the Snug Train. I approve.