Punkin was an absolute “crawl under the doona” boy. And I don’t mean like the other two, who are “tent your legs peasant bitch and make me a yurt” he would literally spoon. Big or little, he didn’t care.
Foxy is my little spoon. Even puts his head on my pillow and tucks his back feet in the palm of my hand. I’m guessing Punkin was a ginger boy? They love like no other cat.
it's this kind of morning, apparently
(Pardon the mess, still working on the built in wardrobe so the linens and dross boxes are stored down my side)
Pinned by cats, what a terrible way to wake up. One of mine was even under the covers with me.
Punkin was an absolute “crawl under the doona” boy. And I don’t mean like the other two, who are “tent your legs peasant bitch and make me a yurt” he would literally spoon. Big or little, he didn’t care.
Foxy is my little spoon. Even puts his head on my pillow and tucks his back feet in the palm of my hand. I’m guessing Punkin was a ginger boy? They love like no other cat.
the most bestest ginger ever there was
Ain’t no love like theirs.
My tabby is under the doona most nights, and usually demands the middle. Greedy little bugger.
Foxy is in the middle, claws pointed towards the other half. Then he kneads the air just to make sure he’s not disturbed. Little fuckers.