Harry’s New Life
Since we brought Harry home to live with us, he’s gone through quite a bit — getting used to dogs, having “brain surgery” at the vet’s office, becoming friends with our two very spoiled house cats, navigating the country outdoors, and becoming the new entertainer to a two year old.
Annie believes that he’s her kitty, and that’s fine with Hubby and I, I just don’t know that Harry is to keen on the idea. Being a two year old’s kitty is a big responsibility and takes a lot of tolerance.
Annie thinks it’s about the greatest thing when Harry accompanies her during lunch — of course, she is eating cottage cheese, which seems to agree with Harry.
But Harry is a very snuggly cat. He loves to be held, loves to be cuddled and coddled, and allows Annie to haul him around while wrapping her arms around his middle, (had to teach her not carry him with her arms under his neck!)
Annie is a pretty bossy little toddler though, and she has found (or forced) that Harry likes to sleep with her “friends.” Harry was sleeping curled up on the floor next to the couch when Annie put her “Big Boo” on top of him. I was busy, and went about doing my thing then as I walked by, I realized Harry was still under this large stuffed creature.
Harry certainly loves a snuggle while he’s sleeping — he’s the first of all my cats to become a lap cat (yay!).
But apparently, if there isn’t a lap available, he doesn’t mind settling for bodies not as warm, but just as soft.