In other news.

As Bert and I were marveling at the giant sweaters we found in his closet, I glanced down and noticed this.

He wasn’t scooching under.

He was just sitting like this.

And he stayed there until Bert touched his tail.

Then he backed out with an embarrassed, “What? You here? Oh. I was just, um, you know. Looking around. Making sure we were all safe from spiders and other unnatural pests.”

Yes. Bug patrol. That was it.