Caturday.

I’ve mentioned before that Truman isn’t a cuddler. He doesn’t want to be on me and he doesn’t want to snuggle under the blankets with me. He loves me as long as I continue to fill the food dishes on commands (cat glares can be scary) and as a reward he will occasionally jump up on the bed in the morning and sleep near my feet.

In actuality, he wants to be near me, just not on me. He wants to keep me within eyeshot and know my whereabouts and I find that endearing.

Earlier this week he decided it was time to start stretching out across my home office floor and enjoy the ample sunshine we have here in The Grand Canyon State.

I was honored to have him purring in the sun as he napped and I earned money to keep his kibble supply at expectations.

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