Little Feet seeks comfort

Little Feet almost always comes to me for comfort and cuddles. Tonight I
was in the bedroom and he was in the living room with Senyah.

When the heavy, loud storms came through tonight, he went right to Senyah,
burying his head in her arm, kneading her leg and purring between lightning
bolts. Each lightning flash and each rumble of thunder had him quaking in
fear and whimpering.

Senyah stroked him and skritched his ears for him. When I came into the
room, he gave me "She's a good comforter. Where were YOU?" look.

Poor tiger.


Hugs and Purrs,
Mark
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Poor little guy! I'm glad she was there to comfort him.

--

Joy

No amount of time can erase the memory of a good cat, and no amount of
masking tape can ever totally remove his fur from your couch. - Leo Dworken

"Mark Edwards" wrote in message
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Little Feet almost always comes to me for comfort and cuddles. Tonight I
was in the bedroom and he was in the living room with Senyah.

When the heavy, loud storms came through tonight, he went right to Senyah,
burying his head in her arm, kneading her leg and purring between
lightning
bolts. Each lightning flash and each rumble of thunder had him quaking in
fear and whimpering.

Senyah stroked him and skritched his ears for him. When I came into the
room, he gave me "She's a good comforter. Where were YOU?" look.

Poor tiger.


Hugs and Purrs,
Mark
--
Proof of Sanity Forged Upon Request

Mark Edwards wrote:

Little Feet almost always comes to me for comfort and cuddles. Tonight I
was in the bedroom and he was in the living room with Senyah.

When the heavy, loud storms came through tonight, he went right to Senyah,
burying his head in her arm, kneading her leg and purring between lightning
bolts. Each lightning flash and each rumble of thunder had him quaking in
fear and whimpering.

Senyah stroked him and skritched his ears for him. When I came into the
room, he gave me "She's a good comforter. Where were YOU?" look.

Poor boy! I'll bet Senyah enjoyed that, though. It always sounds like
you are the vastly preferred human in your house, so she must have liked
it that he went to her for comfort.

I hope the storms have passed.

--
Joyce ^..^

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