I walked in the door from Mankato today, went to my room, and there was the man of my dreams laying on my bed.
He was sprawled in a stretched out position, totally exposing his stomach to the world, and absolutely comfortable with it.
He was smiling in his sleep, most likely dreaming of miles and miles of prairie to run through, equipped with hidey holes for him to excavate and master.
Those holes were probably also filled with things that ran through grass.
I dropped my things on the floor and crawled onto the bed next to him, snuggled into him, and whispered, "Leope, I'm home".
His response?
A purr started emanating from his chest.
I fucking love my cat. <3
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