Last week, our daycare provider Miss Maureen asked me if we have cats.
"Oh God," I thought, "It's the cat hair. He's covered in it. He eats it. He hacked up an entire hairball today, and she's going to call Child Protective Services and have Harrison removed from our custody to a sanitary home where he can't eat clumps of cat hair or try and stick his fingers up a nasty cat butt."
But no…that wasn't it. Apparently, Harrison occupies himself by crawl-chasing Baby Andrew around and around the room—just like he does at home to Boog and Claus.
"Andrew sometimes gets annoyed," Miss Maureen said.
Note to self: buy extra pouch Whiska Lickins' Tuna-Flavored Hairball Treatment Treats to mix with Harrison's Cheerios
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