Friday, May 7, 2010

Happiness Is...

A soft, warm kitten curled up under your chin, purring while you dig fingers into his fur and kiss the top of his head. It's such a sweet moment that the drool he then sprays when he shakes his head, and your kiss, doesn't upset all that much. Of course, it's only a fleeting moment before he pulls away and curls up on your lap, seeking cuddles on his -own- terms, but for that one moment you remember why you put up with the ankle biting, rug puking, yelling.

It's moments like this afternoon that ensure that people keep cats as pets, instead of just giving up on the whole rotten species.