10 years, 9 months.
We spent Labor Day weekend in Alabama, where you were able to have an ongoing sleepover at your cousins’ house.
It was a perfect time for you to be able to ride in, and drive, your Uncle Andrew’s new golf cart.
I happened to be there when you swooped up when of their pet cats in a towel in would I would understandably call a “kitty burrito”.
I’m not sure that the cat should have enjoyed her ride on the golf cart while wrapped up in a towel, but apparently she did.
Because she definitely made no effort to squirm.
Maybe it was somehow soothing, like a day at the spa.