My Little Bit Fur Baby
When you’re down there’s nothing like a fur baby to get you feeling good. What is it about a cat’s purring and kneading on me that makes me feel so loved and comfy?
Peanut’s been sick. I swear Little Bit has ESP. He had it when I was pregnant with her. He’s had it all the time I’ve been laid up with one thing or another. And he has it with Peanut too. When her fever was running high he went to the couch and slept next to her. When she woke up in the middle of the night all confused and sweaty he ran from his nappy place to the door of her room to stand guard while I took care of her. When she started to feel better he came and played with her.
This inner sense is quite amazing to me. I still remember being with big belly and him laying right around that belly, not too hard and not on the baby bump. When I came home from the hospital he seemed to know that I couldn’t have a lot of activity around me so he slept by my recliner instead of on me. When I’m feeling so tired, so fatigued that I can’t move he’s always there with me giving me that TLC only he can.
Little Bit, you’re my sweetheart.
Oh, I adore cats. I have two - a moggy and a Burmese - and they
have been my constant companions through this illness.
I really think they need a carers award.
Awww…that is so sweet. I’m not a cat lover (I’m allergic to them),
but yours is an absolute sweetheart. Animals are so amazing in their
own ways. I hope Peanut is feeling better soon.