He is completely enthralled by our five million year old cat. Any time she appears in his sightline, he lurches at her like a drunk prom-goer.
She remains indifferent to his unbridled passion.
She wanders by. He emits this high pitched squeal only dogs can hear and bounces to and fro in his exersaucer like a strung out pinball. She keeps walking.
I try to tell him she won’t be the last lady to mock his affection, but he goes back to gnawing the lead-painted Chinese choking hazards that line the exersaucer without paying me any mind.