Before D left for work, Moby insisted on a lap, mine in this case. I stroked his draped-over-my-knee body for half an hour, until he decided thanks-that's-enough and got on the chair.
My eyes have been sensitive, and the lashes minimal, though helpfully present.
A January thaw, weirdly warm, no snow in the offing. Wednesday idling.
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Our cat invariably comes to sleep in the bed my wife and I share leaning right up against me.
I haven't gone skating in years, maybe I'll go this winter.
The temperature here was somewhat milder last night rising to -8C but during the day today is plummeting down to -25C by nightfall.
Moby used to sleep on us at times, but less since we moved into the house, and hardly at all for months before Eleanor arrived.
She jumped up on us the first night out of the separate room, and clearly considers this the only proper place for her to sleep.
Just for the record. I like Moby! He reminds me to enjoy a good thing, but not to overdo it.
Rou,
I'm sure Moby would like you, as well. He's a politely sociable creature, reasonable and willing to share. We are fortunate to have his friendship.
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