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My sweet kitties...
I have a herd of kittes, 8 in all. All of them rescues, 6 of the 8 badly abused...all of them street kitties ( except my meezer Simon, or 'Booger', who was found on a street at 3 weeks old...and came to me; and Oliver, who is part bengal...and was well loved until his owners could'nt care for him anymore... ). They are all loving and sweet, and just all around dear ones.
So, here I am, right arm to the elbow in plaster...and stoned out of my gourd on pain meds. They have not left my side...they are taking turns sitting in my lap, getting loved on, snuggling. When I was sleeping earlier, 6 of them were on the bed...and that's rare; usually it's only Boogs and Esse or Charlotte...but Emily, Oliver, Boogs, Esse, Charlotte and Pie were all there.
All purring, all snuggling against me, all avoiding my arm (even though my arm was between 2 of them), and one grooming my hair.
Do you know how nice it was to have that happen? And how comforting it is to have my herd lovin on me? I am not bringing them to my lap or bed, it's their choice. And how nice it was to wake to a chorus of purrs and fuzzy warm snuggling kitties...
And they were even patient with me as I stumbled through getting their dinner. Usually they get all excited and try to trip me, but not today...they were sitting and waiting.
They're sweet.
Just thought I'd share. I'll post photos of them someday; not today, but someday.
Best-
Noni
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"His name is Tango," said I. The wee boy, in his childish lisp, replied "no, his name is Bongo Mountain."
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