Cat O’ My Heart

There are so many things I love about my furry little (well, not so little) companion. But the one thing that never fails to turn me into a puddle is his purring. He purrs pretty much all the time – something I hope means that he’s happy with his life of leisure.

But the best of all is when he’s curled up next to me dozing, silent as a mouse. As soon as I rest my hand on his neck, his belly or under his leg, the purring starts up instantly. Maybe I’m not such a bad guy after all, if little tubby is any indicator…