Today I picked him up when he was at the food dishes. Of course he protested then sank into it. It doesn't happen every day or very often, but we both enjoy it when it does.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Hoppy gets a cuddle
Hoppy, aka The Hopmeister, is a lovebug of a cat but only on his terms. A fierce feral kitten when rescued a few years back, his back left leg had to be removed as it was badly smashed. His tail is there in a coil at the end of his spine. For some reason, it never developed properly after he was born. It took years for me to be able to pet him. And even now, he has to be in his basket before he allows me to tickle and rub his tummy, but he does enjoy it. He also enjoys being picked up and cuddled although you'd never think it the way he protests. I think the first few times I picked him up, he panicked with the insecurity of balance issues but now he knows he's safe.
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