Chester was snoozing on the bed when Bob, that evil looking denizen of the feline breed, decided to torture him. They actually get along, but every twice in a while Bob will haul off and swat Chester. This makes Chester just a bit leery of being in a confined space with Bob.
Now, if I were a good person I would have convinced Bob that perhaps he could come over and help me type...but I didn't. I grabbed the camera 'cause the look on Chester's face was just too funny. I could just hear him saying, "Mom, make it go away." It wasn't until this morning that I saw just how truly evil Bob was looking.