One of the things I look forward to most on the weekend – besides sleeping in – is this little furry face greeting me with neck cuddles. Or better yet, if I’m lucky, he’ll paw at the covers, letting me know that he wants to cuddle. That’s my cue to make a fort with our pillows, so that there’s an opening he can get into. Then he’ll curl up, usually against my stomach and be my little spoon. Sometimes it’s for a short time. Sometimes it’s for hours.
I live for these weekends because really, how can I possibly resist this face?
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