Bob is in trouble.

Over the past few months, the girls have started to really take more and more to the cats. Almost every day they go into our bedroom to 'pet' the cats. Petting could be petting, tail-pulling, poking, lifting or whacking.

Bob (the coolest cat in town) just grimaces. Molly bolts. The girls have ever started carrying Bob around. A lot. Bob just lies there in their arms, ears back a bit (trying to act tough but he's a softie and would never do a thing to them).

When Ella puts Bob down, he just flops out of her arms onto his back on the floor. The other day Christine caught Ella holding Bob's front paws and 'walking' him on his hind legs. Then, she apparently caught the girls making a stack of boxes in the laundry room and Bob was obediently climbing up the boxes (!!!).

Even though they love him to death, one day soon I just know he's going to be rushed to the vet after a gnarly fall/petting accident. But still, he just keeps on hanging around the girls.

There's a shot here of the girls at their last "Zumba" Dance class. They don't look like they're dancing much, but the reality is that they didn't dance much at all. They kind of shyly shuffle around like zombies.