Well, I was ruminating on things and decided to just do a little riff here on the music of being a kitty with all its perks, and I came up with a few shots that I had mama take whilst I was being TOTALLY indulged by you know who—begins with a ‘p’—and that felt like a good way to start off the New Year, even is it IS YEAR OF THE DOG!!! And this is a sentence with way too many ‘ands’, but what the heck.
Really! You’d think they would get around to Year of the Cat one of these days, right?
So here I am being snuggled and cuddled more than any kitty should be, without becoming a spoiled brat…er…cat.
First I rub and rub on papa’s socks. That sort of gets him the message about what to do next.
Then he starts rubbin’ and rubbin’ my cheeks, which is close to heaven for me.
Then he starts on the bod, a sort of shiatsu for kitties.
Then he just can’t help himself, he starts talkin’ and talkin’ and murmuring sweet nothings, whatever they are.
Well, it’s more cheek and head rubbing and I’m approaching nirvana, whatever that is.
More on the cheeks, papa, just a little bit to the left…
UH, OH, he’s finishing the sessions with the Two-Fisted-Whisker-Tweaker!!!
Well, at this point, my New Year’s Day was pretty complete and wonderful. I hope yours was, too.
Maybe someone should come around and massage your muzzle. Try it, it’s heaven!