Creature comforts

Murray and Bruce have a ritual every day that begins with Murray walking into Bruce's office and almost brushing up against Bruce's legs as he circles around him. We call this 'the air bump' and it's enacted by timid tabby cats afraid to commit to a full on body rub and meander between your legs sure to tangle you up.

For Murray, this means "It's time, Dad."   Bruce saves his work, puts away his pencils, sets a virus scan to run and assures Murray that he agrees.

Like Huck and Tom, the two buddies meander their way through the kitchen and downstairs to my office where they go through a formal observation - Bruce gives me the handset to answer in the event it rings and Murray airbumps against my legs, Bruce's legs or the chair legs while Bruce and I chat.  Murray then goes back and flops down in the middle of the hall while he waits for Bruce to finish in the washroom.  They stroll down the hall to the family room where Bruce flicks on the television, grabs the green blanket and eases back into the recliner after setting his alarm for an hour and a half.  Five minutes later .. this is the view:

Midday is pretty laid back in the Neuman house.  Murray and Bruce insist upon it.