I am roused from sleep by a deep rumbling. An inquisitive and very cold nose pokes the crannies of my face, “Are you awake?” it purrs. Poke, poke. I am now.
“Hi Hooter. How’s my boy?” I mumble, reaching out to stroke the soft black fur and to gently remove a probing paw from my ear.
He has the good sense to keep his claws retracted. Hooter
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He's turning out to the the BEST cat. Luckily he won my husband over when he got back from his trip. The dog... not so much :)
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Maybe he will turn out to be my muse :)
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Having so much fun with this little guy.
(photo is of Gremlin, 2006)
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