Theo spent most of the weekend begging me for attention. He would sit on my lap for a while, kneading away, then he'd decide he needed to lick my arms. He'd jump down, get back up and head butt me. He'd get back down and weave around my legs. Previous evidence confirmed... I swear he has some puppy blood in him. Last night I was lying on the living room sofa and it occurred to me something strange was going on- for the first time all weekend, Theo was nowhere in sight. So I got up and did a quick search through the house for him. I returned to the living room and this is what I saw... He had been underneath the pillow my head had been resting on. He hadn't made a peep so I guess I hadn't squished him too badly...
5 comments:
The puppy-cat, a special breed. I am one too!
Rudy is a puppy-cat too!
Theo, you are such a sweet-potato! (That's what my Mommeh calls me sometimes).
What a sweet little dickens!
He musta liked being so close to your head!! We're glad he didn't get squished!
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