Friday, December 22, 2006

Sweet kitty



Seamus has earned himself a reprieve. He has actually been much better since I started tending to his box twice a week, and this morning he was just so sweet. Around 6:30, I heard him purring like a little motorboat behind my head. He crept in so that his body was under the blankets and put his front paws around my arm and kissed my nose. Of course he just wanted breakfast, but it was very cute.

2 comments:

Navilyn said...

That 'nine lives' instinct thing must have kicked in.
He knew he'd have to buck-up his ideas...

Epiphany Alone said...

@Navilyn: I think the initial panic over the baby has worn off.