I Can’t Help Myself…
I eat this little guy up on a daily basis. He’s pudgy, and fluffy and he smells good. Did I tell you he’s pudgy? We were very lucky that he bullied his way past tarantulas and pit bulls to end up in our arms. I’ve had the companionship of many cats, but Cosmo is…something else. He’s weird. He’s beepy. He has me completely enslaved. Did I mention his pudge? There’s a reason why I don’t get anything done, and someday that reason will get off my lap. At the end of a bad day, or even a good one, the best thing is burying my nose in his chubby belly, and giving him a raspberry. He doesn’t mind…even when I make fun of his feet. That’s real friendship. Can I make fun of your feet?
