My daughter just came in the room and said, “Mom, come look at Hobbes”. Like most cats, he spends his time looking for something to sleep in or on and seldom has trouble finding it. Today was no exception.
He’s the King of everything around here and doesn’t quite understand where he falls on the food chain. 4 adults, a dog, another cat. What does he care? He’s Hobbes. King. He’s been ruling the roost for 12 years now. He’s more dog than cat, he’s quite the snuggler and lovable to a fault. He doesn’t understand that “no means no” and can’t seem to leave our other cat Abby alone… Poor Abbygirl.
His antics make us laugh and his constant pleas for affection warm our hearts. He needs to be close at all times. Sometimes I think if he could fit in our pockets he’d climb in. He only seems comfortable on our laps and sleeping on our heads at night. Years ago my daughter started carrying him around her neck like a mink stole. You’d think he’d protest, but I guess he just considers it another form of snuggling. He’s also quite comfortable on his back stretched out. She just flips him over, he stretches out and all is good in his world.
James Herriot said “Cats are connoisseurs of comfort.” Do you think maybe he knew Hobbes?
Do you have a Hobbes in your life?
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