Earlier this afternoon I spent some time in the kitchen prepping a few meals for this week. I was making quite a bit of racket, too, between the pans clanging on the stove, chopping veggies on the cutting board, running the food processor and opening and closing the refrigerator, and I guess Tabs must have tuned me out for a while, because at one point I stopped what I was doing and realized that I hadn’t seen him in a couple hours, so I stepped into the living room for a second and looked around…
Tabs was sitting on this dark wood entertainment center thingy we use as a table for our car keys and the mail, and I guess he didn’t notice me walk in because he didn’t stop what he was doing. He was hunched over a messy pile of magazines and envelopes and was pushing them one by one on the floor.
“Uh…” I said from the doorway, breaking his concentration. Startled, he looked at me for a quick second before hopping down and slinking away. “What’s goin’ on here?”
It’s so funny how Tabs will look guilty about certain things, like climbing up on that table, even though I’ve never scolded him about it. How did he even know there was something to feel guilty about, and when I walked in on him, why didn’t he just look up at me like, “What’s up, woman? You seen my toy?”
Maybe Tabs was just up there looking for his kitty modeling portfolio. He added new pics to it today from his latest modeling jobs… 🙂