Waking up with Yellow Bird.
There’s something wonderful of having a pet. Not only are they the loyal type if you have a dog, or a cat that thinks its a dog, but they are also the lovable type (yes, the cat who think it’s a dog is the same). The dog who was Zoffy isn’t with us anymore, but there’s a chance that Broonie (who’s currently with our grandparents) will return, and then there’s Yellow Bird the kitty, who’s the reason why I’m posting today.
Yellow Bird refuses to be ignored, and makes a spectacle of himself whenever he pounces on my bed, and makes me pet him. If I attempt to ignore him he will either use my laptop screen, or modem dongle as a scratching post and then sit on my lap and half of the laptop keyboard. I seriously just cannot be mad at him, he’s just too adorably cute.
Now today, this morning that is, I wake up groggy and with a headache, and who do I find next to me curled up in a ball? None other than Mr. Yellow Bird himself. Once again not only is he species-confused, he sometimes is gender-confused as well, but I’ll leave that story for another time. So, there he was next to me, nicely taking my warmth, and I because I thought he looked so cute, took my own sheet and covered him up, and snuggled with him. Petting his head, and making little noises with my throat, stroking his head with my chin, he then he started purring and crooning. And I, crooned right back. There we were crooning to each other, snuggled together nice and tight, and I thought this is unbelievably cute. Yellow Bird and I. In bed, making “meow”-y noises to one another. I just thought I’d share it with you all. I hope this brightens up your day.