Sunday afternoon, St. Patrick’s Day, I’m trapped under a kitty and can’t get up. Send help. ;) No, wait, that’s not necessary. In actuality, my cat Oscar and I are rather comfortable enjoying some simpatico time on the bed.
Of our three cats, Oscar is the closest to being a “lap cat.” He
likes to sleep on the back of the couch just behind my head during the
day and at night, he likes to curl up in the crook of my arm and lean
into my torso. He is my feline snuggle-bear.
Last weekend, Rob and I traveled out of town for four days. Reports
from home were that my little girl kitty, Musette, cried out, meowing
through the house, looking for me/us. She is very attached to her
“mommy” and I to her.
Oscar didn’t seem to miss us while we were gone, but he did keep me
awake nearly all night our first evening back with his demanding need to
be pet and hugged during the night. He needed his mommy lovin’.
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My Pets Help Me Battle MS