Target is the sweetest little cat I've ever known. We have a cuddle and purr first thing in the morning, last thing at night, and at odd times during the day. Target loves to cuddle so much that he also wakens me in the middle of the night, purring and headbutting.
As he's such a cuddle bug, we've developed a whole new language together. I call him my squeezel kitty. My kitten kersqueezel. My kitten kersqueezel cuddle fliffle.....
Au is completely nauseated by this mawkish nonsense but Target thinks it's the best thing ever. All I have to say is, "Are you my little kitten cat?" and Target rolls over, purring in anticipation of having his tummy rubbed and his ears stroked.
We've just had our post breakfast cuddle and Target ha retired to bed for half an hours nap. He's so happy that he's just a puddle of boneless fur.
Oh to be a cat!
PS I'd show you a picture of Target right now but Blogger is acting up...so here's an older pic of Target smiling.
For more cats, check out Gattina's Cats on Tuesday.