Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Harris Not Peeved


Harris has been even more affectionate since his spectacular double performance the other night. He's been eating well and feeling fine. But he's started visiting us every night when we're sleeping, taking over my pillow and nibbling on my earlobe or my hair. I wake to the sounds of purring and chewing.

He doesn't mind a bit when I talk about him here, even when it's a very personal matter, like losing one's dinner down the front of a pair of Mission-style, glass-fronted bookcases. He feels secure about his own perfection and his mother's love... unlike Somebody I could name.

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