Scat: Toddler Tested; Foster Mom Approved.

This evening poor Scat had to deal with not one but two noisy, active toddlers in the house. They ran around, screamed, danced, sang, and offered him imaginary food. The cats scattered and took refuge in the basement ceiling (don't ask). The little dog barked his head off and ate a paper towel to alleviate his anxiety. The remarkable Mr. Scat took it all in stride. :-) It was, however, obviously quite an exhausting experience, because Scat is now conked out in the corner and looks like he's never moving again. ;-)