My room is in the basement, so sometimes I don't really know what's going on outside unless I go upstairs.
My cat, however, is a great meteorologist.
If it is cold and/or rainy, she climbs right up on my chest and purrs her little head off.
And she purrs. And she purrs. And she purrs some more, as if to say, "Aren't you glad I'm here to keep you warm?".
Yes, Socks. I'm very glad you're here to keep me warm. I'm very glad I can stretch my feet out without getting them bitten.
Anyway, I've shaken the cat off my chest and I'm going to bed. Doctor's appointment in the morning. Woo.
Cheers,
jennifer
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