
Logan has decided that Leo is his best chance for a playmate on these cold winter days. The poor cat is amazingly tolerant to all of the tackling and random kissing he recieves but even so, he has his moments when thirty pounds of toddler diving on him is more than he can handle. He walks around the house twitching and howling (it's funny because he really sounds like he's complaining).

Logan was telling Leo how the trains connect in this one.

I mean really, what cat doesn't want to be a race track?

You'd think after all the fun Leo endures during the day that he'd hide out at night, but instead he start pawing Logan's door (around 3am) to be let in the room. I usually have to drag myself out of bed and toss him on the other side of the baby gate just to get some sleep.
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