Moby stretched across
Two laps, spanning both humans
live warmth, furful love.
Not too long after, Moby curls up between us, nestled and purring. Then Eleanor walks over Dylan, sits on his leg, and begins kneading a few inches from Moby's head. He sees her, but tucks back down still purring. She noses his ear, and licks a couple of times, which he accepts. She kneads a little nearer to him, and we marvel at her gentleness, and his seeming pleasure in her company. He can clearly feel her beside him, her whiskers brushing his ear, the movement of her paws.
Only took three years.
Worth it.
All four of us, snuggled on the couch. A moment of perfect bliss.
8 comments:
Happy Thanksgiving! It looks like there's lots to be thankful for over there, catwise (and otherwise).
XO Fresca
So glad you wrote this, even though it made me cry! Such a picture of contentment.
Jx
Frex,
Always so much to be thankful for, every moment.
Jan,
We both got a bit teary, glad they've become friends.
A very heartwarming post, Z. Wishing all of you a cozy Thanksgiving.
wonderful.
Crow,
Snuggle down and know you are blessed and loved.
pc,
You too.
I think back at the start you were fairly, but not overly, confident that the two would find common ground.
Phil,
I was way too optimistic at first. This has taken years longer than I'd hoped.
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