Married bliss vignette
Last night, as we were settling in to sleep, The B began kneading my stomach. Cats often knead as a way of expressing contentment, and The B's preferred spot is my stomach.Husband Mike, watching The B's paws mooshing said stomach, observed, "It's like you're a gigantic stress ball toy. Only thing missing is your eyes bugging out."
Yeah. You know you're Way Long Past the newlywed stage when yer spouse says stuff like that.
Labels: cats, family, married bliss, the b
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