He does it twice a day while I rock and nurse the baby. His little purr body just bear hugs the crib railing in anticipation of some petting affections. He always looks so uncomfortable, clutching the crib for dear life lest his fat shift and he plummet to his doom. Hehe.
I’m going to miss his cute little fur face when we go to Africa.
– Yet another sign of a great cat. 🙂
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