Not needed to cover lunches at work today, so I had the day to myself. Woke slowly, took a hot, deep bath, vacuumed the hell out of the place, cleaned the kitchen. Moby not happy about the ruckus, but likes how I bumped the blanket on his stool. He seems to express affection and gratitude with an interested sniff, a warm nudge.
Feeling better about life, now that I've had time to myself and accomplished the chores. Off to take D to lunch.
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It is amazing the way they can make us remember and cherish the most simple things. A bump in a blanket, made for comfort. perfect.
Yes, what PurestGreen said.
May I add a number of
(o)'s
to your recent posts too.
I had Donovan's cat with me for a few days after the kids moved into their apartment and was thrilled that Curly became suddenly friendly, not that he had been aloof before. He began sleeping on my bed at night, making room for me with the utmost care.
I miss his attention, now that he is with them. (Friendship in spite of the fact that I rolled over his paw with the empty office chair.)
Curious that you should follow a post entitled 'arb' with a post entitled 'bump'.
(o)
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