The Artist At Age Three

I'd really like to think that I was just trying to pet the kitteh with my foot -- something my father used to do for our dogs. However, bear in mind that I was the same child who stared lovingly at my baby sister when she came home from the hospital, then turned to my mother and said, Do you ever just love something so much that you want to take a bite out of it?

And here I am wishing for port and cigars at an early age.