Yesterday I got home from work, still thinking of my day - not in bad mood, but not really enojying anything. While I was sitting at my desk going through the mail, Ziggy jumped/leaped (he is not subtle!) onto my lap, headbutted purred my head in about the same motion as jumping on my lap - and then proceeded to plop down on my chest - all the while confident that I would wrap my arms around him to catch him so he wouldn't fall.
I of course did exactly as he expected.
His actions, made me stop, smile and cuddle with him. It also made me feel special that he can share his unconditional love and trust. He's only been with us since September - he was in a shelter environment for the previous 6 months and stray for who knows how much longer.
I really love my fur kids.
I of course did exactly as he expected.
I really love my fur kids.