In the dog-eat-cat world that is our home -- this refuge from that really nasty world out there -- it's all about survival.
Mainly, will the fern that my friend Jane gave me for our anniversary survive body-surfing by the kitten?

He stands on the arm of the chair nearby and leaps into the middle of the fern. This photo was taken a few days ago and let me tell you, it's looking a lot worse now. There's a huge, kitten-sized hole in the middle of it.
Since he mainly plays in the fern while I'm doing yoga in the morning, I haven't had a chance to take another pic. It's like doing yoga in a jungle now.
"I live in a zoo," my husband says. Ha. He should try Down-Dogging while Archie Fern Surfing.
I was lying down in final relaxation on Wednesday when he jumped off the chair, using my unbraced belly as the trampoline to the floor. Then yesterday, while lying straight out on my stomach to rest my back, he dove -- DOVE -- between my legs, ramming his head into my crotch then proceeded to reach his arm out me as if he expected to crawl underneath me.
It's turning into Laughter Yoga.

But see here, he's just so darn cute. He likes hanging out in Nana's room. Apparently, he enjoys listening to her classical music. Seems violin music is his favourite. It's time to introduce that boy to some down-home country tunes.Or I'll have to change his name to Niles.