Ralphie has the softest fur - just like the Velveteen Rabbit! He's snoozing right by my chair at the moment, in the tiniest piece of sunlight. Of course, he's tiny, so he fits just perfectly!
Ralphie eats just about everything. I tried a piece of bacon on him this morning and he tried to eat it, but finally just spit it out. I think it was too crunchy for him. He did, however, clean the honey butter off my French Toast breakfast plate! I have to put him in the bedroom if I'm going to have any kind of serious meal. He doesn't understand the word NO. He's on my lap, on my shoulder, in my face and on my plate, eating whatever it is that I'm trying to eat.
He has finally learned to jump up onto the kitchen counters. Could be good, could be bad. Brien caught him on the stove this morning. It's a flat-top, and he needs to learn to stay off because it could be hot!
Nonetheless, he seems to have reached his growth potential, and he'll never be a big cat, but that certainly doesn't stop him from acting like one. He wrestles with Tuffy all the time, and attacked Simba this morning. He doesn't think a thing of it when Simba whacks him on the head. He just tries to attack again. What a crazy little boy we have!
