I got out of bed at 5:15. Thorin spends most of his nights sleeping on the couch these days. So when I get dressed, I turn on the lights in the living room, and as soon as I do, he starts squeaking at me. He’s such a sweet dude.
I took this in 2016, and I think it’s still my favorite picture of him.
He’s so chill. Nothing bothering him. That’s who he’s always been.
That’s a fine cat, my dude. He sounds like a treasure.
He’s wonderful. He was my wife’s cat before we met, but he adopted me on Day 1.
The special feeling wore off pretty fast, though. The bar for becoming his friend is so low. He immediately accepts anyone, regardless of what they offer. He’s become friends with every plumber, electrician, handyman, HVAC tech, campaign door knocker, traveling salesperson, family member, my mom (who doesn’t like cats)…you name it, he’ll be their friend lol
That’s so cute. Some cats can be so shy.