There he is, sitting, looking at me, imploring me to just smush my face into his head and give him big kissey, smushey kissy-kissies. I just can’t resist. He has the power. Complete control. Shmushy-faced, pussycat, toe-peddling, snorklepuss puddy power. And I wonder, why can I not resist? He is but a tiny fluffy-puss. Fluffy, prattling, peddling, soft kissy-headed puss-puss. He smells like honey -atop his head, between his ears. He peddles in my hair when I go to bed, pushes his head back in great undulating purrs of complete satisfaction. He has a very cute sigh. Imploring green eyes, huge grunty vocabulary meant only for me.
Resistance is futile.
If only all cats could be adored the way yours is. Ah, true love!
I love your site! Great photo in ” Karate Cats Hired To Protect Classic Cars”
Thanks! The model looks to be an expert, by our unprofessional opinion.