I would like to talk to you today about the healing power of cat spit. It's been a long while since I've talked about either of them, but they're here at The Last Homely House every day--- watching me, watching Alice, doing their best to fit into the fabric of our life. These days, Phoebe fits best into the fabric by letting Alice pull her fur, kiss her face, and sit on her. Repeatedly throughout the day. She is a very hairy angel.
Fergus fits into the fabric of our life by maintaining a careful distance from the Alice. He isn't quite so excited about letting her sit on him. But every once in a while he gets very lonely. And he comes calling.
Yesterday was such a day.
He must've known I needed the attention.
And the extra cat spit.
It was glorious.
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What a face!
That last photo is classic. Like he's saying, "There. I did my good deed for the day. Can I GO now?"
I have an Ellie that comes to us at night. The dog gets us in the day.
It is well documented that I am, well, AMBIVALENT about cats, but man, that Fergus is gorgeous! I love his eyes. Or maybe they are scary. Still deciding.
But he seems nice. And smart.
after my whole Karl Debacle last year, when i spent a lot of time being miserable in my house, my normally-not-at-all-affectionate cat TOTALLY sensed i needed the love, and became a total sweet cuddlebug for two weeks. cats rock.
He is so cute! The way he is looking up at you...He loves you!
Yayy kitty post!
he's a punk cat
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