Jan 24, 2008
I have a new friend. It's not hard for me to make friends. I learned early on in life that I am unusually attractive, and that means that people want to hold, cuddle, and squish their faces in mine. Hmm, this doesn't seem to be so bad. I adapted quite easily and quickly to this life.
The Lady Who Is Friend To Many Dogs (really, she should do something about that name!) came by today to feed me, clean my box, and most importantly hold me. I greeted her at the door, purring before I even got the first rub on her leg out of the way. Yeah, I'm easy. She quickly took her coat off, set her things down and scooped me up into her arms. For the next 20 minutes I stretched across her lap, sometimes right to left, other times left to right. At that moment, there was no other place in the world that would have made me happier. She laughed at my purr. She said I sounded like a squeaky gear, turning ever so slowly, with a high pitched whine. I ignored her fun-making. Then she cradled me in her arms, wondering if this change would upset me. Nope. Like, I said earlier, I'm easy. She held me on my back and scratched my belly. It all feels so good!!
Our time together had come to an end, and she promised to visit me again tomorrow morning. Oh - a WHOLE day away, I'll just have to curl up, and take a nap (for 23 hours). Tomorrow, when she comes back, I'll expertly time my first purr of the day between the moment I hear the key in the door and before I get to rub on her leg.
Love,
Dinkers
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