Wesley sniffs it out!

Wesley has been suspicious for weeks. There's a certain level of paranoia that is well justified. Adrian smells like danger. Or dinner - I'm not sure, but every time Wesley gets a sniff he runs off at full speed, heading for the furthest place in the apartment to hide.

When we got home today from the Botanic Garden, he jumped up in Erin's lap, thinking perhaps that we had left Adrian outside somewhere. When he found out that we hadn't abandoned our infant son, he slunk off to the living room to pout into his litter box.