I want one. Badly.
Rigby is not my baby anymore, he is a little man. He jumps onto our dining room chairs (which are barstool height) all by himself, he wakes up for meals and doesn't sleep with me anymore.I still have Abbey. She sits with me alot. But she kinda likes to do her own thing, keep her schedule. Most of the time I can insert myself into her schedule and retrieve some cuddles.
Poor David. He is a cuddler. (sorry. the whole world knows now) I am so not a cuddler. I get all hot and claustrophobic. In my defense he is big, and a hug from David is claustrophobic, I can't help it. I know. I am a horrible wife. I now know both sides of the story. I can understand Rigby not wanting to cuddle, but I can also understand poor David when I don't want another hug. If my little Buttons would just sleep with me more, I wouldn't want a kitten.
But seriously. I must stay away from PetsMart and Highland Village, with their stinkin' cute little kittens. They look at me. They say to me, "love me!! you have love to give..." :( It is so hard to say no.
2 comments:
It is just a stage. He will grow out of it. You already have 2 kitties that need and love you. Resist the urge.
I think it was Mark Twain who said, "One cat just leads to another." And someone else said, "The only trouble with kittens is that they grow up to be cats." But I understand the appeal of tiny kitten feet. I still miss my Kitken and Boots.
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