Another This Morning

I was sitting on the living room floor with coffee and laptop and Cyrrie. Cyrrie was delighted that he didn't have to reach so far to attract my attention - he was rolling around beside me, being petted, hugging my hand, gobbling my fingers, and mega-purring. Enter the Angel. At first he was adorable, too. He went over to the toy storage (igloo on top of stool), stood on his tippies, stuck his head into the igloo and came out with a fuzzytoy clamped in his teef. He trotted off and played with it for a while. Good Angel, I thought, cute Angel! Soon he came back to the igloo and looked in, but this he came away empty, er, teefed? Not finding a toy to suit his fancy, he looked around, looked at the innocent and happy Cyrrie, and pounced!