Cat Snuggles

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I wasn’t feeling down or anything.  I was pretty upbeat.  Maybe I was a little tired.  I’m not sure.  All I know is my cat decided to come up and give me some snuggles.  Maybe he knows more than I do.

In the heat of summertime, we don’t do a lot of snuggling, he and I.  We usually reserve that for winter when the hockey game is on and I have already gotten my beer and snacks around me.  I’ve learned to keep my beer close as leaning over to reach for a beer is not so inviting to a cat.

He announced his presence with a loud noise that he only makes when he has his foam ball in his mouth.  After that, letting him alone was hardly possible.  Was it the most perfect it has ever been?  Hardly.  It was, however, Today’s Perfect Moment.

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About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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5 Responses to Cat Snuggles

  1. retrodee says:

    Aw, he must know that today is International Cat Day!

  2. Jinjer says:

    Awwww! He loves you!

  3. Hunida says:

    Awww, what a pretty cat ♡ love that you two usually save the snuggling for the cold winters lol!

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