Oct 282014
 
  • The weight of her against the backs of my knees on a cool night
  • Her complaints if the food bowl wasn’t filled within seconds of my rising in the morning.
  • The warmth of her snuggled into the living room chair next to me.
  • Her purr when I scritched that perfect spot, and the way she rolled her head into it.
  • The sounds from the bedroom while Andy’s getting dressed of the two of them playing.
  • The way she’d follow me into the bathroom as if to say “You’re not doing anything important while you’re sitting there : pet me.”
  • Her snoring, which on a quiet day could be heard across the room.
  • The “how could you be so thick” look she’d level at me if I didn’t do what she wanted.
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