I managed to get this video on my phone on Saturday (and the video is cut short, because I emailed it to myself and iPhone wouldn’t let me send the whole thing. I’m too lazy to pull it straight from the phone.)
We barricaded the baby into the living room. Chloe had walked from the couch over to the foot stool and wooden chest, and plopped herself down. The baby made a run for her.
He loves the cat so much – he woke up this morning and the first thing he said was “cat, cat, cat.” Smart boy. Too bad Chloe doesn’t feel the same about him (at least right now. Once he learns he can’t pull her tail, they may end up being BFFs.)