Shep is becoming Neko’s personal plaything. Tonight, she was dressing him up as a butterfly.
On a totally unrelated note, whoever is sneaking their laundry into our baskets must STOP NOW. I swear, since Ellery was born, the amount of laundry we do has quadrupled. Tom is quick to point out we’re dealing with an infant that pees and spits up on everything and a very bad skunk incident, but I maintain that there are a few households out there that have discovered some wrinkle in the universe which allows them to utilize us as their own personal laundromat.