by Finney and I have this ritual. When he wants to come up on my lap he comes over and stares at me. I spend a few minutes going, “Come on up Finney.” “I’d love to have a kitty on my lap.” “Come on up, little dude.” “You wanna come up? Come on up.” He can’t just jump right up. He must be coaxed. Like this isn’t what he wants right from the start.
cool pic. his eyes look like irridescent pearls.