There’s something truly heartwarming to see your favourite kitty (not so small anymore, he’s over a year old now), snuggled against your pillow on a rainy day, and while you look at him sleeping, he opens his eyes slightly, and meows in this tone that he only reserves for me. ❤ My Yellow Bird and I, we’ll always have each other ❤
Okay, so yeah. I have a rather fond affinity to my yellow and white male cat. He’s loving, he cuddly and best of all he wants me over everybody else, and makes me feel loved even though he always demands to sit between my hands while I’m typing something on the laptop. I get mad, but how could you be mad at such a cute furry ball of white and gold sunshine. His meow is as good as Zoff‘s nuzzle and whimper as he used to wake me up, very early in the morning. Though you can’t be replaced, maybe JT’s Archer can creep into my heart and take a permanent residence in it. I know that he’s as cute as it gets and hyper as a hyper ball of furry sunshine gets.
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.