So, last night I was watching TV when Holland came over and plopped on my lap. She doesn't get that cuddly too often, so I always enjoy it when she does. She curled up in my lap and she likes to wrap her front legs around my leg or arm, like she's hugging me.
And there I sat as her purrs turned to snores, just loving the fact that this little kitty loves me and trusts me, even though she is afraid of every other human on earth. Then I heard a "thwack!" as a very large miller moth ran into the ceiling near the light. Holland was up in a flurry of claws - how can they create such an illusion that they are completely sacked out when really they are ALWAYS on guard?!? And just like that, cuddle time was over. Here is Holland for the next half hour, until I decided to just go to bed:
I guess it's nice that she loves me as long as there aren't any fun "toys" flying around the room...
And there I sat as her purrs turned to snores, just loving the fact that this little kitty loves me and trusts me, even though she is afraid of every other human on earth. Then I heard a "thwack!" as a very large miller moth ran into the ceiling near the light. Holland was up in a flurry of claws - how can they create such an illusion that they are completely sacked out when really they are ALWAYS on guard?!? And just like that, cuddle time was over. Here is Holland for the next half hour, until I decided to just go to bed:
I guess it's nice that she loves me as long as there aren't any fun "toys" flying around the room...