As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
I shared this awhile back with Richard and Stephannie in how this blog is brought to you most evenings. TL and I face each other, with my legs up on the recliner foot rest which is up, a blanket so that we are not freezing, and the Puntz sleeping on my legs for two hours.
I sometimes thing Poot is a little kitty, and then I see a photo like this and I realize just how big of cat she is now. I remember when we saved her, that I took her for walks and put her in my pocket. She literally would fit in the palm of our hands.
Now it hurts when she walks across the covers and in another tradition she gets on the bed and grooms herself at night and bounces the bed for half an hour in licking.
This is our puppy though in being the center of attention of our lives.
I also have a fang mark on my right forearm, and claw marks on the left wrist, as Poot started the day out biting me and then ending the day with deciding we need to get extra physical, to which I answered with being mama cat in grabbing her by the neck and lifting her up and telling her NO, with a swat to the but.
No growling or protest. Poot just wanted the interaction. Yes I must prove I love and adore her above all things, not just by yelling at her for no reason.
With that this closes out, with poot snuffing at my pointing finger as that is how we greet each other.
After much cat patience, she has now honored me with laying on my legs again and all is right with the world.
.......and yes I think the cat is still growing.
Nuff Said
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