Friday, April 13, 2012

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.

7 comments:

Dale said...

:-) Yay!

gz said...

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!

Relatively Retiring said...

A delightful love story!

Rouchswalwe said...

Purrrrrrrrr

Phil Plasma said...

(o)

Pacian said...

Moby is a handsome cat.

Zhoen said...

Pacian,
He is, but it's the love and intelligence that shines through. As with another, fluffier, cat who is much missed.