He sneaks up from behind on unsuspecting television viewers. Swiftly and quietly, he attacks. Upon impact, I hear the sweet sound of his Squeek. It's as if he's saying, "Pay attention and lay a little lovin' on me." One little headbutt, and suddenly he's the center of my universe...getting kisses and scratches and brown sugar on the belly.

Hmmm. Which gets me thinking.

About my husband. Who's upstairs. All alone. Reading in bed.

Gotta go hit him with a Headbutt of My Own.

And to all, a good night.