This is our cat, Tommy.
It's hard to tell from this photo, but he's big. I don't mean heavy (although he's that, too, at 14lbs). I mean BIG. When he lies down and stretches out, he's almost 2.5ft long. He's also the gentlest, most affectionate cat I've ever had. Wherever we are, he is. Whenever you sit down, he's right there with you. He never misses an opportunity for a cuddle or a scratch behind the ears. And he never, ever swipes at you with his claws.
I wanted to get a few pics of Tommy sleeping today:
But he was so darned cute, I couldn't resist grabbing him and burying my face in his thick fur (wait...where's this going?).
Whassat? I was sleeping, dammit.
His fur is so thick and soft I just want to pick him up and squish him sometimes (OK, this is starting to sound really weird...).
But in the end, I generally settle for a less-disturbing head stroke or ear scratch. Tommy never gets tired of this. I mean he NEVER gets tired of it. Other cats will eventually get bored of having your sticky hands all over them, but not him. He'll lie there in a purring, blissed-out haze for hours while you get carpel tunnel syndrome.
Of course, all good things must eventually come to an end. But he's not letting you go without a fight. The hand many not be moving anymore, but it's still his as far as he's concerned. And that's just fine with me.
