20 May 2014

Whenever I am fixing dinner, whether I'm at the counter or the stove, Alyson decides that she must squeeze herself in the tiny bit of space between me and the cabinet/stove. It's like she's a dog expecting me to drop some food for her. And she will try to shove me out of the way to fit there. Often, once she is there, she grabs my legs and trying to stick her head between my legs to look out, almost knocking me over.