My beauty will make you feel oh so much better!
When I’m feeling awful, nothing helps more most of the time than a cuddle with my boy. When I shattered my arm nearly six years ago and was home for three weeks, he was pretty much attached to my side the whole time.
And as I’ve been ill lately, he’s spent a lot of time next to me (he’s staring at me right now!), trying to make sure I’m OK. Between that sweetness and his goofiness, he always finds a way to make me feel better.
And that makes me happy.
When you’re smiling … when you’re smiling …
I really don’t know what you mean about me being goofy.
I’ll even let you share my blankets!
So shall I just gaze adoringly at you?
I’ll protect you from the blues … as soon as I get down from here …
Serenity is a fuzzy belly 
I’m envious. My guy is not a cuddler. He may sneak up against my leg if it’s really cold out, but petting is not allowed.
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And I’m sorry to hear you haven’t been feeling well. Kitty cuddles should help with that.
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Thanks! Between the IBS flare from hell and every joint hurting, I need the kitty love (and the sheer goofiness of him just being him).
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He’s now over in front of the heater. He apparently had his fill for the moment. 😀
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