We played silly chasing games before bed last night. F can't chase me and film at the same time so you just get still shots of me guarding the high ground. She tries to hide in the blind spot under my satellite dish, but I can see her reflected in the glass doors.
If she puts her hand above the edge I might smack it, but I can also get an ear scrunch and a chin scratch if I do my wobbly head trick. I used to climb trees and Mr B would tickle me with a long grass seedhead. That was a good game. They built my condo here as a kind of substitute for trees, and I rather like the satellite dish crow's nest at the top. I hope we take it home with us.