How do they know?

It amazes me how animals can sense when we need their comfort.  The other morning, I awoke from a very vivid dream feeling disoriented and sad.  I must have jumped slightly as I came into consciousness because my cat Gus, who was nestled up against my arm, with his head on my shoulder, wrapped his little paw around my arm as if to tell me it was going to be OK.

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I want to know how they know.

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Because they clearly know when their humans need a little comforting.

And they’re happy to oblige.

Sometimes I take for granted just how precious they are…

…and then I discovered that a little furry someone left me a couple of tootsie rolls on the bath mat instead of in the litter box.

Nothing is perfect, but these little muffins come pretty darn close.

Y’all come back,

Sugarlump

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Relax

This is Scarlett’s spot on the back of the sofa in case you couldn’t already tell.

She passes many an afternoon on her perch, watching the activity outside through the sliding door.

Sometimes she’s extremely camera-shy.

And, often, she’s quite grouchy.

When there is a bird or anything else that moves on the deck, she puts on her game face and watches it like a hawk.

Really, Scarlett, I wish you would relax and make yourself comfortable.

Please take note of her legs, particularly her back leg flung over the back of the sofa.  She’s so modest with her superman poses.

She’s annoyed that I’m talking about her like this.

But she still thinks I’m alright because I let her think she owns the place…which might not be far from the truth.

Y’all come back,

Sugarlump