I have a very ambivalent attitude towards pets. It may not show, but I grew up in a family where a dog must eat a bone. And no more.
Seeing Yo so relaxed I must step on his tail or kick him outta way. I have been persuading HY to let me snip his whiskers, but she says he will walk sideways.
Tomorrow I may also try out a new idea: slide Yo down the rail along the stairway!
Up and down, up and down. Until his whiskers fall off from vertigo.