Obi has a good Boy.
He filled the bird feeder tonight.
He came home for lunch, just so he could rub his kitten’s belly.
He did Man Stuff that wasn’t too noisy last night.
And tonight, as he was about to do more Man Stuff, The Boy pointed out that The Girl was about to make the bed. And by “pointed out” I mean he carried the brown kitten upstairs and set him in the middle of the bed.
It would have been tragic if The Girl had made a bed alone.