Kitties...

[feren]

... can sometimes be the most wonderful thing for the soul. I came home today to find Ra in my bedroom, with the bedroom door closed. Ra was of course wailing piteously at such horrendous mistreatment, although I privately suspect he did something worthy of detention. When I seated myself at the desk he leapt into my lap, purring up a positive storm. He hasn't stopped since then, either. He's just a big old bucket of purrrs right now, jealously occupying my lap and distracting me from typing. It's been made crystal clear that I am here to cuddle him, pet him and reassure him of his status as a Good Kitty.

Sometimes I adore him. I needed a welcome home like that, and nothing makes you feel more wanted than a lap whoring kitty.

Lately I just sit and stare

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[genet.livejournal.com]

I think he was put in there because Cailet was busily hacking up a hairball in the kitchen and he wanted to help her along.

Given their current state of relations, Bren and I thought that was a bad idea. ;)

I remembered that I was supposed to open the door as I pulled into Barrington, unfortunately. :/ Glad to hear he wasn't TOO upset that I forgot him. ;)

[tuftears.livejournal.com]

He probably thought that everyone had abandoned him since there was no one at home. Mean ol' Kestral! Poor, poor Ra! Glad to hear he's all snuggles and purrs now though. ('gryn)