In the absence of a child, for some time now I have been loving the heck out of my furbaby — the world’s best kitty cat. I have been absolutely spoiling her. Petting her like crazy. Smooching her forehead a bazillion times in a row. Picking her up and snuggling with her when I’m bored or chilly or sad. I give her fresh tuna whenever she asks for it, which she does every time I’m in the kitchen. I make a cozy nook for her at any time of night. She’s particularly fond of my armpit. I make her little snuggly beds around the apartment, including the warm, super soft blanket in which she is curled up in on my lap as I write. I even push the ottoman in a ray of sunshine to warm her soft, luxurious coat.
She is kind and sweet and very lazy. But she is also spoiled! My husband and I joked that we’re glad I’m getting it out of my system now. I will not be spoiling my baby, but I will love the heck out of it.
Hopefully my kitty will be okay sharing the love. I’d like to think that I have too much love to give, so I have plenty for husband, baby, AND kitty.
Santa, are you getting ready to deliver my present? I’m still being good!