Baby Gorbilla

Tonight Troy was particularly energetic, so I decided to chase him around on the couches to wear him out. However, when I caught him, he turned on me, got into a crouch with his hands on the couch, and grunted. Feeling like I was being challenged for the herd, I squared off across from him and mirrored his crouch. Suddenly, he raised up and started pounding his chest and verbally gesticulating like a gorilla. So, I did the same thing. The challenge having been made and the response to fight having been reciprocated, Troy lunged at me. I easily caught him and slammed him to the couch. He squirmed loose, got into his crouch, and again beat his chest. I matched his stance and then I made the first move. I leveled him and then kissed all over his face and neck for good measure. Again and again, he challenged my leadership, and again and again, I put the challenger down.

Finally, sweaty and exhausted, Troy gave up and went to get some gorbilla food, which is what he and my wife call the dried plums she bought. He kept saying, "Do you see me, dada? I am a baby gorbilla!"