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Bobo and Love

We brought our kitty Bobo with us when we moved to my father's house. He's a very loving feline and back when we lived in Puyallup he'd give all of us what
we called Head Butts. He'd knock heads with us, in an affectionate way.

Since we've moved he only gives head butts to Lance. I feel cheated somehow. Oh, he still walks all over me at night, comes to me for loves but not one single head butt. He reserves them all for the alpha male of the family.

Also, the word Bobo means stupid in Spanish....not that I'm uh...you know. Not that I'm saying he's stupid or anything. No, I'd never do that. Here he is laying on Lance this morning.

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This morning my sister sent me a picture with her cell phone of something her kids had written on their dry erase board. It made me smile.

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Comments

  1. Kindness8:49 PM

    I love Aunt Pammy too!

    ... And I love head butts as well! When we get walked upon at night we call it "pencil paws" because it feels like someone is applying varying degrees of pressure with four separate pencils.

    Try it... take four pencils (eraser side down of course) and poke Lance... see if he doesn't blame Bobo.

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  2. Unknown9:07 PM

    It DOES feel like that! And Bobo is so heavy that it's really uncomfortable as he stands on me. I don't mind him laying on top of me, then his weight is equally distributed but standing and walking, OUCH!

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  3. watsit2u3:27 AM

    Bobo...LOL, that's really funny...that is one of the nicknames one of my brothers had growing up! LOL!!!

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