Twelveses
Yesterday ran long, and me not up to much. Endured, and all ended well enough. When I got home, D fed me and took care of me, and Moby sat on me, with purpose and intent. Today was hard, but ended soon, to my immense gratitude. I am not exactly superstitious, but I prefer not to taunt unlucky days and actions, like 13ths on Fridays.
Three months today we have been here. Seems impossible, that we've done so much in such a short time. Three months of Moby running around happily. One of his favorite games is Chase, where I run after him, and he hares off, tail up. Stops, watches me, I lunge at him, and off he goes again. The game is over when he flops down and I have to give him a massage. Cat wins. Cat always wins.
This is love, when he settles in on D's shoulder, blissful and content.
We do take care of each other.
Three months today we have been here. Seems impossible, that we've done so much in such a short time. Three months of Moby running around happily. One of his favorite games is Chase, where I run after him, and he hares off, tail up. Stops, watches me, I lunge at him, and off he goes again. The game is over when he flops down and I have to give him a massage. Cat wins. Cat always wins.
This is love, when he settles in on D's shoulder, blissful and content.
We do take care of each other.
Labels: love story
Posted by Zhoen on Friday, April 13, 2012
7 comments:
:-) Yay!
Moby is showing you that it is the right place to be.
Thirteen is just a number for change. You just have to be positive and work for a change for good.
The WVs are beginning to get back to 'should be words' more often, again!
A delightful love story!
Purrrrrrrrr
(o)
Moby is a handsome cat.
Pacian,
He is, but it's the love and intelligence that shines through. As with another, fluffier, cat who is much missed.
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