I am a cat condo

First day back to work. Third night home after being gone for two weeks.

The minute I get home from work and sit down Hillary wants to jump up on my lap to smurgle.

Then after dinner Hillary, Pickles, and Patches take turns jumping up on me. Thigh, lap, chest, shoulder. One-, two-, three-at-time. I am a cat condo, a cat toy.




Fortunately, my need to luv on them is as strong as their need to be luv’d on by me.

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