Thank you for being so cute and not annoying this morning. When I woke up and opened an eye, seeing you on the other pillow was cute. Closing my eyes because "bleagh, too early" and feeling your soft paw on my cheek begging for a cuddle was cute. Feeling you move to plop next to me on my pillow without smothering me by sitting on my face like you sometimes do was cute. Going back to sleep with you purring next to me was cute.
You'll be one year-old next week and you've been with me for about 10 months. It's not much, seeing as I've waited for you for about 20 years, but accepting to take you in was one of the best decisions I've ever made.
Never change, you annoying and way-too-cute little brat.
I love you.
What had started as a good morning turned even better when you did your "carpet dance" : rolling on the carpet, cooing and meowing because honestly, how can I think of getting up without petting you first, darling ?
But when you nuzzled Søren right after that, I just about died. You've joined us 6 months ago, now, and it's about time the two of you started getting comfortable with each other. You're the oldest, you're the Lady, darling. Show him how it works.
And don't listen to what other people say. To me, you're gorgeous and perfect. I will never regret taking you in at the shelter and I love to see you grow more and more confident everyday.
You're my Princess and I love you.
Yours.( Collapse )