Time to Beat the Husband

I have no choice but to beat him.

Why? Because the entire time I was back in Indiana with my parents, Scott sent me one after another photo of Hankie, just to make sure I wouldn't go 7 minutes without missing both of them.

What you see above is an example of Scott's new series of Hankie photos. I call this genre "Make Hankie Look Kidnapped." Instead of using a real digital camera, Scott uses his computer to take shadowy, grainy, felony-oriented photos of poor Hankie. I fully expected to get one where Hankie was holding up the latest newspaper, a ransom note around his skinny neck.

Oh, and the still photos weren't enough. No. I was also tormented with little videos of my poor cat, only 2 seconds long, of things like:

Hankie on Scott's lap

Hankie on Scott's lap during a football game

Hankie looking forlornly into the camera while silently begging me to come home and save him from the Olan Mills of the elderly feline world.

Scott has now made the foolish mistake of falling asleep before I do.
And I have quickly taught Hankie how to use a tripod.