by This is Buddy’s favorite resting position. He’ll curl up on my lap and then he wraps his neck and head around my arm and puts his head down, making me have to type with as little movement as possible so as not to disturb his tiny, furry, purring head. Come on, look at him. Plus he has cancer. What choice do I have??
Today is my last day at my temp job. Gotta go. Gotta get ready and out of here. I like to walk there and it’s a 40 minute walk if I don’t hit all red lights and get behind too many people sauntering along while texting. (I got mad just typing that! I just hate how they abdicate all responsibility for looking where they’re going making everyone else have to look out for them.)
I see Buddy has mastered the same art my minpin Rambo has: able to trap your arm to make you type in an awkward position! Rambo does that all the time — right now he’s in that position as I type, but he has his head tucked up under my arm. I call him my velcro-dog!
At night when my 2 cats are inside, and I’m lounging on the sofa watching a movie, one will be wrapped around my neck and the other one stretched across my chest! I guess that’s why I never feel unloved though.
So glad to see Buddy is doing well; I know how worried you have been about him. But he looks quite happy!
Ha. Velcro-dog. Perfect description. And thanks, yeah Buddy is doing surprisingly well. I never forget that we’re on borrowed time, but we all are, aren’t we.