Day 29: Soft
I know it’s not an original idea, but let’s face it: Little Papa is a big, furry mess of softness.
I’ve told you how he’s really daddy’s boy, but every so often, he’ll snuggle up to me. This happens most often in the very early morning, just before the alarm goes off. He will climb onto our bed and meow at me until I wake up. Then I lift the covers and he will climb in and scootch right into the curve of my arm. He has a very loud purr, and when he snuggles into me, I can feel the vibrations against my chest.
He never stays for long, but I love every minute of it. I am highly allergic to cats, so I can’t bury my face in his tummy or smother him with kisses like Mr. Phish does. These early morning snuggles are precious to me, even more so because he’s such an ornery boy the other 23 hours of the day.