Cheeky buns taking advantage of Dad!
We still have the stray bun, who I call Buster, in the front room. My husband seems to find a reason to be in there more and more lately! Cups of coffee are taken there so Buster can come out for a bit. Buster obliges by getting on the dining chairs and hopping round them until he comes to Dads chair where he settles down for a stroke! Messages are brought back to me in the kitchen that Buster is hungry or needs another run, he's bored and wants some toys etc, etc.