scritch, scritch, scritch goes meera's paw while i'm in the bathroom. sometimes i leave the door barely ajar so she can push it open. she's the only one (so far, that i know of) who opens doors, so for a little at least she's got the room and me to herself. purring like a motorboat.
during breakfast wicket rolls in from the living room to lean against my leg. then he reaches up to put front paws on my thigh, digs his claws in, and streeeetches. scritches along his jawbone and in that funny bare spot in front of his ears.
later, about five minutes before i leave for work, i'm bustling back and forth between the kitchen and my bedroom and the bathroom, making sure i've got everything i need and keeping an eye on the clock. kai sits calmly atop the kitchen counter, mewing when i pass and looking me straight in the eye with those clear eyes. scritch, scritch on the top of his head.
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Scritches to all. What a lovely, tabbylicious home you have.
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