A simple pleasure

Happiness is...

... a lap full of 15 pounds worth of a warm, sleeping, former feral orange boy, with his chin resting in the crook of your arm.



He now lets me kiss him on the head without shying away, and what's best is, he lets me comb his belly fur every single day now. I think he likes it.

Awwww.... That really would be my idea of happiness too.

awww..priceless! that sounds adorable..you gotta love the snuggle moments with your cat

Aww Ferris

Rocko slept like this when I first got him, none of my others snuggled like this. It was pure bliss! I am so happy to have him.

That is so awesome that he lets you do that, having been a feral cat! None of my cats (except Fluffy) will lay on my lap . They are weird like that although i guess they prefer to either sleep on my head at night

That's so awesome he lets you comb his belly and he's sitting in your lap!
I've had Maggie for almost 2 years and I still have to hold up her paws while she stands to get her belly while she complains the whole time. She also is def not a lap cat. But she will lay on you when you lay down. I sometimes lay on my stomach on the floor and she will sit on my head

Betsy, it just warms my heart to read this. I remember well when you first adopted him and how scared he was, but now this. It doesn't matter if you are the only person in the world that he trusts like that...he has a good Meowmy, and that's all that matters to him.

Originally Posted by valanhb

Betsy, it just warms my heart to read this.

I remember well when you first adopted him and how scared he was, but now this. It doesn't matter if you are the only person in the world that he trusts like that...he has a good Meowmy, and that's all that matters to him.

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Awww, thank you for saying that.

He really has come a long, long way - I remember wanting SO BADLY to be able to just touch his belly, or gently rest my hand on his haunches, but simply couldn't for fear of getting slashed or bitten.

Nowadays the only bites he gives me are very gentle love bites, along with some lick-kisses, or the slightly firmer "I've had enough of that, Mum" bites, but he never, ever strikes out at me anymore. He'll even let me brush his tail now, something I NEVER thought would ever happen.

I do chalk it up to having had him shaved a couple of years in a row - it got him used to feeling me touch him, and he learned how nice it can be.

I do still have great respect for his gigantic paws, though - he very rarely lets me trim his claws, and then only when HE thinks they are too long, and then I can only do a few at a time. I think 7 in one sitting is my record.

I always keep in mind, though, that he's feral by nature - he can change in a heartbeat from a placid, purring huge baby in my lap to a terrified, panicking, growling feral fleeing for his life at the sound of a knock on my front door.

Awwwwwww!!!!!!