Happiness is...

The moment that cuddly kitty purrs turn to cuddly kitty snores.

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When you have numerous kitties trying to all fit on your one lap.

Happiness is a warm summer day: Add a slight breeze. I am lying on the sofa on the screened in porch covered with a quilt. When I wake up I have a cat under the quilt one of top of me and one beside me. Of course that will change with Speedboat gone now. I can't believe I can never nap with him again. But it was pure happiness.

Originally Posted by Kailie

When you have numerous kitties trying to all fit on your one lap.

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Or on your bed.

HAPPINESS IS...waking up to little kitty pats on my cheek.

When 5 a.m rolls around and all 10 of my fuzzies want breakfast, immediately..

Or when I am trying to take a nap and they are firm believers in owning the WHOLE bed.

When I am fixing something in the kitchen the shadows that follow me from one end to the other waiting for me to drop something or offer them something.

And the soft purrs I get when they find their blankey, make bread, and go night night

Waking up on a winter morning with Hobo and Blondie on my pillow like a pair of warm, purring earmuffs.

When Slick had her kittens last March, I would lay on the floor and immediately be covered in 6 black and white babies. One trying to untie my shoe, one or two climbing me thinking I am some kind of mountain. One pulling my hair. It is good for you to be covered in kittens at least once in your life. I honestly think it could be a form of therapy. No one cannot smile and laugh with furballs all over you.

The other is 3 am, I am on the couch having my coffee in the dark. DH is upstairs snoring. The rest of the gang has been fed and watered. Beeba is watching out the window at a rabbit or skunk at the bird feeders. It's quiet, an occassional car. Sometimes silent snow. We solve the problem of the world at that hour. Sometimes he lays with me, but more often he is "guarding" us from those night creatures.

Someday, when I look back, I will know these were the best times. The secret is knowing that now.

When one of my two cats decides to sit on my lap.

Getting head butts and purrs from my cats, but especially when Carmelo puts his huge paws around and grooms me until it hurts

When Tania rubs her nose against my mouth and cheeks. She has those eyes that says "I love you" and it makes me melt.

Or when I am sleeping flat on my stomach and Zoe lays on my back and falls asleep with her little face on my neck, just under my ear after an intense session of "baking cookies" with her paws on my back. She is so soft.

When Squirrel and I are cuddling at night and he reaches out with his paws and lets them rest on my cheeks.

Or when he comes up in front of me and headbutts my forehead/face and gives me a look that says "I love you".

Also when Sophie would curl up against my face and chest and purr her little heart out. Though I can't say I miss breathing in cat fur and nearly being shoved off the bed by a little 6 lb cat /too/ much. XD

Happiness is....

being woken up in the middle of the night by Lazlo's head bonk (much more than a bump!) because he wants brushies.

having Flowerbelle use her paw to tell me she wants under the covers, or her water-in-the-bottle cap "treat" - or giving me the "come play with me" look that is just too cute!

when Billy steps up on my lap and leans up to rub his cheek on my face. Talk about melting!

when Shelly INSISTS on cramming himself inbetween Gary and I on the bed and he has the most monstrous rumbling purr.

when Ming Loy pops up onto the bed (from the step-up we have down for her so she can get up on the bed) like a jack-in-the-box, then wobbles and flops her way up to one of us and starts digging a nest right at our underarm (which tickles like you wouldn't believe!) (She has cerebellar hypoplasia which makes her very uncoordinated but so unbelievably cute).

when Spooky approaches so delicately and silently that her little tap on the arm asking for pets is a sweet surprise.

when Tuxedo flies around the house like a madman, leaping and jumping distances that used to make us cringe - and now make us crack up at his antics.

formed poop in the litterbox
(if you have an IBD cat, you know what I mean! )

I just got out of the hospital for 2 days and Scooter came and snuggled with me, something he has never been very big on doing. When I would open my eyes, he would take his little paw and touch my forehead and cheeks like he was checking for a fever. That made me feel better that anything that useless doctor did for me.