Bartleby has long been a kisser. If you pucker up he is happy to walk right up to you and give you a kiss.
Today (I imagine because Kate is gone!), he walks up to me, slaps his paws on each of my cheeks, and starts kissing me, entirely unprovoked.
For those of you not aware, and who are thinking I'm cheating on my wife and making major lifestyle changes, this is Bartleby:
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