Tuesday 24 November 2015

Better than a hand

My human approached me while I was napping, and woke me up.

I wasn't happy. I was having a nice dream about chasing meeces. My tail was wrapped round my nose - I was snug.

But ... he went to stroke me and I realised he wasn't using his hand. He was using something with lots of little spiky bits and a long handle ... and it felt amazing.

He ran it over my head, over my back, and along my side, and I was very happy. It made me purr.

I was so happy, that I dribbled all over my leg, then I got up and did a little happy dance - pushing my paws into my bed.

I was really pleased that my human woke me up. I much prefer the thing with the handle than his hand.

I'm a happy cat.

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