I have never made it a secret that I adore my cats - each with their own personalities : Scruffy, the heavy purrer, face clawer, breakfast demanding at 5 am, and dropping to the floor when a ray of sunshine appears.
Tiger, the wonder cat, is a hunter killer, and when things might not be going his way, simply flops over and becomes adorable.
I was recently attempting a regular claw clipping and Scruffy went nuts. She never liked the claw clipping, but this time she really went nuts. Tiger, ever eager to protect his chief-of-staff, beamed in from his home planet and fur flew.
He is now proudly sleeping at (actually on) my feet. Where does one go from here?
Kids.
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