In case you were wondering if Benson loves the cat yet, he doesn’t, okay?
Here, Benson doesn’t love the cat after he calls, “Haaaarold! Haaaaarold! I want you to sleep with meee!” throughout the house until he finds him and pulls him into bed with us and shares his pillow with him:
Below, Benson doesn’t love Harold as he watches The Voice while stroking Harold*:
Here, Benson doesn’t love Harold when he comes home from CrossFit and scoops Harold up and pretends Harold is talking to him, saying, “How was your workout?” in a cat voice:
Benson also doesn’t love Harold when he cuddles him close while playing the ukulele for him:
In summary, Benson still does not love the cat. Like, at all.
*Note: It would appear from this blog that Benson spends around seven hours a day on the couch. He doesn’t. At most, Benson spends two hours per week on the couch, but it just so happens that Harold spends twenty hours a day on the couch, so the hours end up overlapping quite a bit. In case any of you wanted to admit Benson into a fitness camp, you can withdraw the submission form.