Eavesdropping

This morning Lucas was talking earnestly to Jackson.

L: When you were a tiny kitty, we get you from the telter (shelter) and I hold you and cuddle you and you were so sweet and tiny...

Jill: Um, Lucas, you weren't born yet when Jackson came home.

L: What?

Jill: Jackson is eleven, and you're only three.

L: But I holded him. He was cute! What eleven? Three?

Jackson: (purrs)

Tonight (and other nights) David noticed that Lucas's door was closed a half hour after bedtime, when we had left it open. Sure enough, Jackson had gone in to lay on Luke's beddy with him, and Lucas had gotten up and closed the door to keep him there. He sure loves his kitty cat!