I've lived here in New Hampster with Mom for 1,643 days (that's four years, five months, twenty-eight days and twenty-two hours).
Yesterday, Wednesday February 2, 2011 a very momentous event occurred.
I sat in Mom's lap for the very first time.
Not walked across it. Not stood on it, but curled up and made myself comfortable.
I might even do it again sometime, but I don't think I'll wait sixty-eight million four hundred seventy-nine thousand three hundred twenty-five sleeps before I do it again.
The details: Mom didn't make a sound (if she coughs when I am sitting next to her I jump away). She didn't squee, she didn't wiggle, she just petted me and told me I was wonderful. I'm pretty sure she was smiling. She did look around for the camera, but it was in another room (heh.) I stayed in her lap about five minutes while Mom petted me and gave me scritches. Some noise
startled me, and I jumped off.
Oh, and, this is what it looked like after the snow stopped falling yesterday afternoon.