I just wanted to share a sweet little life moment with you all. George hates when I go to work. When I am not home, I am not there to rub him or feed him or take naps with him or be his personal kneading object. So when I have a day off, George tends to take full advantage of the situation. Tonight while I sat on the couch watching Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice (and even still right now as I type), George laid on the couch with me...and by with me I mean on me...going on 4 hours now...and my legs are now numb...because remember, he is 22 pounds...
But what is more cute (and a little less painful) is that for the majority of the episode of Private Practice, George held my hand...and wouldn't let go, squeezing tighter if I tried to pull away.
My sweet sweet boy.
