Saturday night, Fred asked me to sit in his recliner for a minute. I did, and this happened immediately:
Not only did Khal stomp up into my lap and settle in on the pillow, he stayed there while I petted him, while I tipped him back and forth (just to see what he’d put up with), and in fact he’d probably still be there if I hadn’t needed to get up. No hesitation, no nervousness. That chair has clearly become his safe space!
2017: No entry.
2016: “Just RUDE, to disturb a man’s rest like that.
2015: “Whoa, whoa, WHOA, lady. Did I tell you you could rub the belleh? DID I?”
2014: Sights from around a slightly snowy Crooked Acres.
2013: “Is that the Bat signal again? It’s not, is it? I wanted to take a nap!”
2012: No entry.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: I love our cats – foster and otherwise – but sometimes I could happily toss all of them in the back yard, bid them adieu, and shut the door FOREVER.
2007: Fred said the other day “I think Joe Bob might be the epitome of a gaum”, and he SO is
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.