I have a confession to make. Mom has not been good at helping us with the blog...Cory is upset.
It's all my fault.
Mom has more time in the evening to help and this is what happens.
I see her lap...I see the iPad. I hop on her lap...and then as mom tries to type I take my big beefy irresistible face and rub my nose into mom's hands. Hard. I even ram my head into her hands if she doesn't start rubbing my face.
I can't help it. I love my mom. I'm her big beefy mancat. She tells me so.
I know you are thinking...Nigel, it's not all about you.
But it is. It is about me.
I can't help it.