This morning Duma sat in front of the stove looking longingly up at the cabinet where his toys are kept. He got up on his hind legs as if to say, "Up there, Mom." I, of course, could not resist him. So here he is in his favorite chair batting at his favorite toy, shiny silvery stuff on the end of a transparent plastic pole. He loves it and he loves to bat at it from his favorite chair. I like the sun streaming in and being able to play with him and take photos at the same time. It's a win win situation.