Espen has been introduced to the book Are You My Mother? recently and has been forever changed. It is clear that the concept of having a cow or a snort for a mother both fascinates and provokes him.
"Be a kitten!" he will yell and then come hopping over.
"Are you my mother?" he demands, leaping about with anticipation.
And then, I dutifully meow and stare at him since that's all the somewhat creepy kitten does in the book.
"Now be a snort!"
This is my favorite as I feel very pleased with my snorting abilities.
He approaches cautiously.
"You must be my mother!"
I snort and slide towards him.
"You are not my mother!" He shrieks, "You are a snort!"
This is when I either chase or grab him and throw him into a pile of pillows and blankets that he has created as his "mest".
That's right. His mest.
"Put me in my mest!" He yells, howling with glee.
Mests have begun cropping up everywhere. In the bathroom. In my bed. In the pantry. Anywhere a blanket and every pillow in the house can fit is Prime Mest Real Estate.
Every time he invites me to his mest, I giggle. And hope that mests stay around a real long time.
