Well, he’s alive and kickin’ in Nashville anyway.
When I first glanced at this picture of my friend Whit’s adorable tyke, it almost made me want to procreate (I said almost, so pick your jaw up off the floor people!). Then the clock ticked past that second, I took a long sip of my Skinny Pirate and I decided these photos were too good to keep to myself.
With his suspicious mind, Teddy practically pounced down my throat when sensing I had a moment’s weakness with a twinge for a mini-Elvis of my own. And to keep the playing field even, I will crazy cat lady out on you (for Ted’s sake, of course).
To win my fur baby back, I reminded him that Elvis had song entitled Teddy Bear. And then I sang it to him. But of course I had to tweak the lyrics a tad.
And with that, my Teddy decided to love me tender again. Who needs the world’s cutest mini-Elvis when you’ve got a lovin’ Teddy Bear?
Not this crazy cat lady (much to Ted’s delight).