I was looking at my fuzzies this morning and it struck me how much I love them all. It’s a deep love, full and warm. I realize what a HUGE part of my life they all are and it makes me smile. I sometimes let days go by, just caring for them, playing and making them happy, but then I sit and let the love sink in, fill me up. They have brought so much laughter to this house, it’s been amazing. They are little people in fur, always there, always ready to listen and sometimes even talk back (Fergus this is in no way directed at you!).

They have a gift, an amazing ability to somehow understand and at times it seems they anticipate where they will be needed next. I suspect I am wholly taken with them, consumed and will never be happy without a few of these little “people” around to cheer me up. They give so much more than they ever ask for.

Although I would like to ask Wembley if his attempts at a cuddle late last night was more of an attempt to get a bite of the strawberry vanilla yogurt I was eating. LOL