Six years ago I found this scrawny little blue-eyed fuzz bucket on my front steps. Best damn thing I have ever had left on my doorstep, and I am a notorious online shopper, so that’s saying a lot.
Nowadays he’s by no means scrawny, and his big blue eyes have long since turned green, but he is still by far the best random gift I’ve ever gotten.
He’s got these funny little quirks, as all cats probably do, and one of them is sleeping under the blankets on my bed. Lately he’s gotten into the habit of crawling under the covers AFTER I’ve made up the linens. (I come home from work and find this giant lump in the middle of my bed.) In an effort to deter this I lots of times throw a big, black blanket down for him to cuddle under instead. Today, on what turned out to be a gloomy, cold Saturday afternoon, I walked into my bedroom to see my baby-man squished under his blankey:
He lay on his side, holding his back feet with his giant polydactyl front paws. This guy has the most adorable giant mitten paws I have ever seen. He uses them to open doors or tap me on the shoulder if I’m not paying enough attention to him when he wants. SO CUTE. The lighting was pretty awful, but I tried grabbing a few quick shots before he fully woke up. Once he’s awake he instantly begs for food, or, if it’s later in the day, he does his best to steal my lap for another nap.
I love this cat.