Domestic Bliss

A scene from this morning:

Sonya was in the shower. John and I were sitting on the bed.

I put him in the middle of the bed, sitting up. He leaned over on his knuckles like a tiny little monkey and turned his head this way and that, studying the room. Roxy hopped up on the bed. John grinned at her and leaned forward, gurgling. Roxy came close to him, but not close enough to touch. Roxy's no fool. She likes John, but she doesn't want her fur pulled any more than anyone else.