Scratcher of heads, rubber of bellies
Boo and Sam and Trixie and I curled up on the couch to watch an old Doctor Who we hadn’t seen before where the main villain is a cactus (seriously!). I woke hours later still ensconced in cats but my Saturday had gone missing. If anyone’s seen it let me know, I was hoping to spend the day together.
My heart is big enough for all of them but sometimes I could use a bigger lap. Fortunately Boo has really taken to wedging himself into the gap between me and the edge of the couch so that eases rush hour congestion.
Approach and ask your question, mortal!
Prepare to be squeaked at, if ye be so brave!
You cannot run from the love of Trixie, least not while she’s sleeping on your legs.
We’ve had cats for many years so I’ve long since gotten used to my spot being stolen if I get up for any reason. Even so, come on!
One of our cat beds has a soft squeaky center.
When you’re on the airplane and think you’re going to have the whole row to yourself only at the last minute someone boards and sits next to you. You’re happy they made their flight but still wish you had the whole row to yourself. At least Trixie doesn’t insist on sleeping nose-to-nose with Boo like she does with Sam.
Boolie 