Andy’s having a great day today. Don’t know why, but he’s purring, coming around to get loving and actually staying long enough to get it. Not like Andy at all!
Yes, sweet as he is, Andy tends to be a bit skeptical about the motives of his brother Dougy and me. He just knows Dougy wants to chase him and I will pick him up and — ugh! — pet him! Silly boy! Of course we do these things, if we get a chance!
Yet, today, Andy is so affectionate and, well, happy. (Little does he know, I’m about to give him his medicine…!)
Soaking in the rays in a safe spot.
Then he sat, regal little cat, giving me his best Persian kitty pose:
Andy slept in the dryer till I made a visit to the bathroom, then he hopped down, stretched, walked into the front room, sat down, forgot himself for a moment, and was trapped (without effort!) by Doug (the human one), who hadn’t forgotten Andy still needed his heart medication.
The business of the day done, we all went back to doing our things. (Poor Andy has such a sad face in the last photo! “Poor me! I suffer so!”)