It's finally getting warm out here (it was in the 50s yesterday!), so I've been leaving a window open. Bruce loves it.
The only trouble is that the sun gets so hot that he'll start panting and panting and breathing harder and harder and finally it gets to be too much for him, so he's forced to move.
He did this all day long yesterday. Windowsill, floor, windowsill, floor, windowsill, flo-oh hey awesome blind thingies BAT-PAW-TACKLE-or...
(Yes, I am turning into the crazy cat lady who does nothing but talk about the hilarious antics of her feline companion. Leave me alone. It's either that or no blog posts at all, since there is nothing of interest going on in my life at the moment.)