...I arrived home this morning absolutely shattered after my fourth consecutive night shift (and especially shagged due to having been dealing with a fairly heinous obstetric emergency before leaving). Icarus met me at the front door, meowed a greeting and followed me upstairs. At first he wanted to play but, clearly noticing that I'm currently of no use to man nor beast, decided instead to climb into my lap and give me lots of little nose beeps. I'm now thoroughly chilled out and ready to hit the hay for a few hours.

What do your kitties do that really makes you appreciate having them around?

__________________
Do not meddle in the affairs of cats, for they are subtle and will p*ss on your computer.

The Story So Far:
Spock (2010-2011), who began our love affair with kitties but whose grasp on the green cross code was sadly lacking.
Icarus (2011-...?), who loves noses more than anything else.
Mildred (2010-...?), who sings to the birds.

The twisted brainwrong of a one-off man mental.

I love their little faces and the way they lovingly *slowly* blink their eyes at me and after Googling the meaning it means they are kissing me with their eyes

The best sound in the world are hearing them purr. I just love it!! They really are my babies through and through. They love being held like babies, gazing up at me and I love the way they head butt me and plant little nose kisses all over my face.

I'd much rather have a cat kissing my face than a horrid slobbering dog that has just licked his whatnot any day

They give my Dogs something to chase!

__________________


Gentle as the Lamb. Ruthless like the Wolf.

Ha! I think my feisty naughty tortie would make mince meat out of any dog in her midst Hell hath no fury like a tortoiseshell scorned

I love when I come home after doing 2 hours shopping ,exhausted,temper frayed ,laden with bags and unable to get in to the hall because Meeko is wedged on the other side of the porch door The porch is not large and with the outside door closed there is not a ,lot of foot room when 4 or 5 bags of shopping are sharing the space.After sliding the door open enough to get Meeko to move he usually shoots in to the porch,head first into a bag.I then have to get all the bags + cat into the kitchen while trying not to trip over Meeko.Emptying and putting away shopping is fun too.Everything must be inspected some tested for "bouncability" bags jumped in and run off with.It takes twice as long with my furry helper who after all this when I sit down with my well earned cup off coffee, will climb up on my lap,yawn,stretch look up at me as if to say gosh I'm exhausted now.I wouldnt have it any other way

__________________