First, I must be honest. His formal name is Hobbes.
He never, ever gets called Hobbes.
It has become clear that you must name animals with at least a two syllable name, so you can sing-song call them when they are in another room.
Thus, Hobbes' name is Hobbesy.
He seldom gets called that, either.
The short list:
Itty Bitty Kitty Committee
Nap After Breakfast
A conference with Mandy after watching the birds at the birdfeeder.
Playtime with shoes.
He has a shoe fetish. Better not let him know I am a 'member' at the DSW shoe warehouse.
Checking out the cartoon genius that spawned his name. Big cat shoes to fill.
Thankfully, we don't have a Calvinesque boy to play the part of Calvin at our house.
Helping change the air filters.
Last bit of activity before his late morning nap which precedes his pre-lunch kitty treat.
Hobbes was 5 months old on Monday.
We think we'll keep him.
He's a pretty good boy, despite his tendency to hassle the dogs.