Look, I know I talk about my cats more than necessary but there is a reason.
I love them very much.
Darrell is curled up in the middle of my bed, and Larry jumped up to sit on me. I am surrounded by them and feel very, very happy.
They do this endearing thing where, when they sit on my lap, they put their paws on top of my left wrist (rarely my right), inhibiting any movement but it is lovely still.
Darrell makes little grunts in his sleep as he breathes out. His legs sometimes start running as he dreams.
They come into the house smelling of earth and air and love. They jump on my lap and purr.
If I am crying and Darrell is inside, he always, always comes to console me.
They have very real personalities and they make me laugh with their little mannerisms. Larry is insecure and needy, Darrell is sometimes inappropriate and farts too much.
My cats really, really love me.
They are very beautiful.
Larry will follow me around the house like a dog.
There are bouts of a few weeks when Darrell only sleeps in my bed with me at night.
When they hear my voice they come find me.
Can I make this for my eyes only?
