Regal and proud, rather link a sphinx, or is he a king? Hank reclines in the garden. The old bench his throne, me his audience, his 'people'.
Now here we have Berti. No kingly genstures or poses here. No, dear Berti is more of a laid back (read 'flopped out') kind of guy. Why lie neatly like a cat, when you can sprawl in 'splat Cat' position and use less energy.
The boys being themselves. So different in their mannerisms and characters. Hank the flightly nervous warrior. He loves me but tolerates me, he will snuggle when he wants to. Don't pick me up and tickle me at your peril.
Berti on the other paw, yep, love me forever, let me flop at your feet, in your bed, on your lap. Cover me in kisses and carry me wherever you want.
Don't they look cute. Hmmmmm not what I was thinking at 5am this morning.
Yeeeeoooooowwwwwwhhhhhhh! Right into the left ear. Pull pillow over head. Yeeeeooooowwwwwhhhhhhh!
No pillow will help me now, the paws are out. A swift bat to the head and glaring blue eyes staring into mine. Yes it is 5am and Berti wants out. Stagger downstairs and open the window. Vow as ever to lock him in the kitchen and not be lured by his cuddlyness to take him upstairs. Oh he makes a good book rest as you lie in bed and prop up your paperback, yes he makes a nice hottie if it gets cool in the night, and yes he is the bestest teddy bear there is.
But no, no, no, he makes a horribly loud and over zealous alarm clock with a mind of it's own.
Dear Berti, remind me not to find you too cute tonight and to leave you in the kitchen…..