the beasties meet....

In the 6 months that Arlo has been in our lives, this is the closest that Boris has come to him (apart from the morning Arlo made a swipe for Boris' whiskers in passing - but that doesn't count because Boris was just in the line of fire as we whisked Arlo off for a nap).

It is quite amusing that the only thing he dislikes being close to more than Arlo is the hoover, which is exactly what made him seek solace on our bed today, enduring the baby squeals and general hilarity so long as we protect him from the dyson.

Arlo, being in the 'I have hands, and I can reach, and therefore I am grabbing it' phase is very excited by Boris and makes no effort to hide the fact that he wants a bloody good grab.

I am pretty sure he will never get close enough - Boris is cut from exceptionally cunning cloth (you can tell this from the 'stuffed animal' look he sports 99% of the time).