If there is another critter with such natural comedic instincts, I've yet to see it.

Saturday, he somehow managed to get a plastic bag with a snippet of tape on it stuck to his tail. He gave his tail a swish, saw the bag and looked like, "Hey! What's this?!? What's the Big Idea?!?" and commenced tail chasing. He spiraled around the living room until he got tired and sort of staggered to a stop. Then, a few seconds later, he swished his tail the other way and was off again, making me laugh so hard tears were streaming down my face.

Sunday morning we were laying on the bed and I watched Simon as he was giving himself a bath. I love to watch cats groom themselves; there's something sort of ritualistic about how they go about it and it's always such a calm and peaceful time. So Simon was grooming, then he stopped and looked over at me. He got this "kitty grin" on his face and looked at me like, "hey baby! I've got something for you!" He then stuck his tail just under my chin and wriggled it, tickling me and, essentially, giving me a chin scritchie. (He must have figured since he loves getting chin scritchies from me so much, he'd return the favour.)

Such a charming fella, my Simon!