Our brave and intrepid friend Savannah gave us another award!
Thank you SO much!
We are gonna be Totally Rebellious and entirely ignore all the rules attached with this award.
Instead, I'm going to tell you an Inspirational thing that happened to me this past week!
You may (or may not) know that my full sibling Scouty and I were once feral and came indoors late in our kittenhood for taming. Scouty still harbors a fear of being touched, but I've been able to get past that and allow Mommy and Daddy to pet me. In fact, I love to be petted and groomed, (especially at bedtime) and if Mommy spanks my bottom I'm in heaven.
Now, Mommy is a
Certifiable Certified Cat Sniffer.
To her there's nothing better than burying her face in our fur and having a good long sniiiiiiifffffff. She can tell us apart by smell alone--except for Scouty, of course (The Stew Pot Conspiracy)--and recently, me. Even though I love attention, I d0n't like faces close to me. But the other evening while Mommy was loving on me when we were in bed I got super-duper blissed out. Mommy decided it was now or never, so she leaned in and went for my tender white belleh meat! And I let her.
That's right, after five years I finally let Mommy snorgle my tummy!
And I liked it.
I didn't freak out that her head was next to me and that she was humming and huffing on my tum-tum. I laid back and took it like a Mancat, purring my tail off.
Mommy says I smell wonderful, and it was well worth the wait. I know one thing, I can't wait to get snorgled again! Hopefully tonight.
Is it bedtime yet?
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