Before I moved into our home, this cat took up "temporary" residence (that was August 2009). We are cat sitting for a friend who moved to the UK on a short term assignment, married a delightful Polish woman while there and has since stayed until she can get a visa to move back with him.
Fat Cat, who I renamed Leona convinced that he was a she and no woman wants to be called "fat" (she's actually a he; I have come to terms with the fact), and I have had a love/hate relationship. He loves to rub on my legs, I hate the allergy attack that ensues. This cat is the most loving "as close as a dog cat" one could have and I'm not quite sure what we'll do with ourselves once she/he's gone.
Nevertheless, there are times that the love/hate relationship surfaces. I've actually built up a bit of immunity to the allergies and he understands I don't like my legs rubbed on, but then....
He loves to nap and snore right next to me. (aka rubbing it in ; )
I hate that I can't nap.
I have been blessed with all the work I can handle. School portrait orders are coming in and I'm busy processing them. I also have pumpkin patch photos from this past weekend. Those are coming soon!
-TRH
p.s. Yes, the cat is laying on papers that missed the recycle bin, two hard, grey disks (one completely under the cat) and a power cord. What? Doesn't your cat sleep on similar objects? Actually, his favorite bed is a cardboard box lined with a plastic cover off of the last bed pillow I purchased.
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