This poor little guy just wants a little love.
Today he figured out he can get in my lap (all his own idea). My iced tea went flying but that's fine. I don't worry about that stuff.
He had a good time enjoying the space heater and getting some pets for a while.
It was in the teens last night, no weather for a short haired house pet. I'm glad I got him inside when I did. He's been an angel, too. Gets along with everyone, uses his box, etc.
The original gangsters slept with me, Spotty by my head.
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