Strange bedfellows

Walter is usually either climbing on me, waging war on the bead curtain, or stalking the hamster from the comfort of my ball chair while I’m not looking, but today, the beads were silent, my lap was empty, and he’s been pretty good about staying off the chair since I booby-trapped it with packing tape (which he abhors), so I decided I’d better go see what he was up to.

This is what I found when I walked into the living room:


Anyone who finds this surprising obviously hasn’t met our sweet, longsuffering Jason, who endured the thousand injuries of Scout as best he could, suppressed the urge to vow revenge when Riggy ventured upon insult, and has even tolerated Song’s incessant pestering with only the occasional utterance of a threat. 


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