Awww....Wook at the Pwetty Kitty

Isn't he pwecious??....That's Toby. Looking all cute and innocent. Almost looks like he has some sense, doesn't he?

Who would have thought he'd grow up to be like a 14-year-old boy...all legs and attitude.






Toby has always been one to argue and sass back. He and Dave get into it all the time. Dave likes to think he wins every time, cause as he says "Dave is always right"...but I've seen Toby get the better of him a few times.
Here's one of their better arguments....Dave finally won, but it was after the battle.

He's recently decided that he needs to lay on my keyboard. Just before I typed this story, he stuck his elbow onto some key and opened 30 Firefox windows.

Toby is a thief. A couple of years ago, Dave was at home making cookies for Christmas while I was at work. He called and asked me to bring home a set of measuring spoons. I asked, "Why? You have measuring spoons."....Correction...he HAD measuring spoons...til Toby stole them and took them under the bed. That was about 3 years ago, and I still haven't found them.

One day I brought home some cherries....beautiful deep red Bing cherries....YUM!.....Dave and I were chatting in the kitchen, washing the cherries, when You-Know-Who just walked up to the basket and grabbed a cherry by the stem and walked away with it. We got a picture of him, with his cherry swinging, but I can't seem to find it. Too bad.

I do have to give him credit for having a little bit of brains. Dave has taught him to shake hands....or paws.
And he will come on command and jump up on the walker, and he will give me a kitty rub when he's told to.
I think he only does all that cause he knows who controls the kibble.

Next time, I'll tell you about Mitzi...Daddy's widdle girl....