Milton seems to be enjoying life. He is getting big enough to come out regularly alone and terrorize the poor dogs. Tux regularly terrorizes him.
Of course there is someone else that Milton terrorizes. I think he thinks he is helping. He can now climb my chair so while I am working on my computer I have a tiny helper again.
Of course you can’t hardly be mad, look at that face. Now he is contently snuggled under my arm purring away. He isn’t really useful at all, but he seems to think that it’s helpful.