drea

Lately, every time I see the small baby I can barely keep from squealing. She's been extra precious recently. Every morning she bounds in my room and purrs and yowls. Then I give her a good scruffling, and then she flops around and purrs some more. When I start to fall asleep again, she takes her furry little head and rubs it up against my arm and yowls some more. Then I pick her up and hold her like a small baby and give her kisses. Then we both fall asleep. I have no life and I'm not too proud to admit it. Also, the fat gray has no neck. His cat lard increased every day until a neck was no longer visible. Tomorrow is squab day! I'm a dork.