I was sitting on the couch last night with Peanut on my shoulder. It was just about time for Warm Toasties. Peanut started to climb down my shoulder to my hand — but no. He climbed in a half circle down my chest back up to my other shoulder. You see, Bruce was over. Peanut squeaked, he paced, he leaned waaaaaay over toward Bruce, better known as The Big Sweaty Hand, and he practically leaped into said hand when it was offered. When Bruce is over, and it's time for Warm Toasties, I am not the one.

Right now, Peanut is on my shoulder. He is pacing, he's squeaking, he's climbing in little half circles from shoulder to shoulder, both along my front and my back. It's time for dinner, don't you know.

Woops! He just flew a half circle around the room, miraculously landing safely in a proffered hand. Phew! It's time for dinner!