...is the tiniest hand in the house. Leo has decided that it is his responsibility to feed the kitties in the morning. He patiently waits for Jeff to fill up the bowls with canned food, then carefully holds one bowl in each hand while leading the noisy, meowing cats out to their food area. He gets very upset if Alice tries to eat Zoe's food, or does not give her enough space, and squabbles at them or tries to snap his fingers at them. He is diligent and serious about his role, and it is very endearing to me - especially when the rest of the day is spent seemingly protesting all things food: throwing his own food on the floor, refusing to eat anything but goldfish and grapes, spitting his food out for the sake of entertaining his brother, and - my personal "favorite" - pushing his chair over to the fridge for the sole purpose of running the water dispenser all over himself and the floor, seemingly in competition with the basement that always floods when it rains...
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