I'm busy guarding this hoodie.
It belongs to (and smells intoxicatingly of) my swain--the guy with the verreh tasty ankles. The irresistible shoes. The guy who gives me great knuckle rubbins.
You know who I'm talking about...Daddy's buddy Tee!
The smell is so wonderful I'm compelled to roll and wriggle with joy.
Tee is the only person I allow to hold me for long periods of time--not even Mommy or Daddy are allowed to do that--I start to struggle and complain piteously after a minute or two in their arms. Oh, I love them just fine...but I am besotted with Tee.
I hope he's careful up there!
What a dreamboat!
Mommy: Kitties, Salem is totally smitten with Tee, it's the most amazing thing ever. When Scott puts out the folding chair in his office and she appears instantly, because she knows that the chair = visitors, and most likely it's Tee; he stops by most mornings for a chance to set the world to rights with Scott. She's a shameless flirt--thank Cod Tee loves cats; he picks her up, gives her squizzles, and dotes all over her and she is happy as a clam at high tide. It's a joy to see. I gotta say, love is grand, interspecies or no.
XX Salem (and Mommy) XX