I can’t keep from posting about my cats for very long. They are my kids after all.
I woke up Saturday morning to find my little boy sleeping with his head on my shoulder and his arm around my neck. Raven was purring so loud and it was so sweet, so despite the fact I really had to pee, I laid still a while and just listened to his contented motor running. This cat has the gentlest heart.
My husband told me that when I leave the house to go run errands, Raven goes to the door and cries for me. It about broke my heart to hear that but, of course, I can’t take him with me. He loves to go places too, so that makes me feel guiltier.
I think someday soon, I’ll put him in the carrier and take him for a ride.