Bliss: one or two times a day, Geronimo lets me scoop him up in my arms, and he stays perfectly still while I hold him close and stroke his silky back and whisper love-lines into his kitty ear. Then, in one wiggle of a hind paw, he tells me we’re done, and I gently place him on the floor, thanking him for letting me love him.
February 28, 2010
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