Today Grover is one human year old. We celebrated by taking him to the store and getting him a new cat bed (yes, he's a dog) and a fleece football. At another store, we bought him special frosted and sprinkle-coated peanut butter dog cookies that he could share with everyone, and I do mean everyone. Loki and Sheba happily ate the happy cookies. But the ingredients were all human-grade, so the boys decided to try some, too. They started with the sprinkled ones (Grover, denied!) and then tried the frosted ones. I nibbled the edge of one, and that was enough for me.
Our boys are weird. Logan finished off the second cookie with a glass of milk.
Edit: Grover took about 20 seconds to work his way into the stuffing of the cat bed -- I knew I should have bought the fleece one instead of this soft furry one. Maybe it would have taken him a whole 45 seconds on the other one!
Second edit: Wait -- it's all good. Now he's sucking on the cat bed like a pacifier. It's why we buy him these cat beds. He sucks on them at bedtime, then goes to sleep. Too cute. Weird, yes. Guess that's a requirement in this family, being weird.
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