Sunday, July 28, 2013
Snuggle Time, and the livin' is easy...
Hi there from both of us!
It was a very snuggly night last night. We had just come home from dinner a short time before, and I was sitting at the computer planning on a long night of doing nothing, when The Boy appeared in the doorway...and he was holding a familiar orange puffball.
Me: What are you doing with Mick?
Him: I'm bored. This is how bored I am; I'm so bored, I'll even let the rabbit shed on me.
Me: I didn't hear any commotion. You mean he actually let you pick him up out of his cage?
Him: Yep. Do I have his feet right?
Me: Yes. I need to take a picture of this.
Him: No. No pictures.
Apparently His Majesty was caught completely off-guard by this maneuver, and was sitting completely still in my son's arms, a very confused look on his face. I made sure he was being held properly, and then went to change into an old shirt in case things changed. Sure enough, after a while, Mick started to fidget a little and The Boy got bored with holding him, so I took over and brought Mick into the living room so I could sit down on the couch and watch boxing. His Majesty promptly snuggled up against my neck and fell asleep, waking up for brief moments to reassure me that he was not at all sleepy with a few kisses and toothpurrs before falling asleep again. The Boy took some pictures of us for me, and this was the best of the bunch. All in all, Mick spent a little over three hours parked on my chest getting pets, ear massages, butt-scritchings and tummy rubs, and I got toothpurrs, kisses and a fur coating from neck to navel in return. Didn't even have to bribe him with a hay cookie, either.