Fluffy's Dead...Long Live Fluffy

After taking Fluffy's picture the other day, I'll admit that I didn't clean up afterwards. I just left Fluff sitting in the chair. He's cute, he doesn't take up much room, so why not?

A few minutes ago, Scheck came running in to the kitchen. "Mommy! Mommy! Come quickly!" (that's my boy, he uses adverbs well!) "Some rotten little kid was outside playing baseball and he threw it in the window and now Fluffy's dead!"

Wha...???

So I go back into the study, scene of Fluffy's previous photo shoot, and find this tableau has been staged for me. All I can do is crack up.
I probably should be worried, or off Googling for a good child pyschologist in my area, but I kind of get a kick out of Schecky's macabre sense of humor....

Maybe we can make it up to Fluffy when his new vest is ready....