My little Bentley was throwing a fit this morning, for no reason that I could see. Meooowing and whiiiining and fussssssing.
Per usual, I decided to punish him with love. He likes to pretend my affections are ruining his life.
So I snatched him up, squeezed him tight, and expected him to pull away from me with his customary look of total disdain.
Instead, he completely melted into me, buried his face in my neck, and sighed.
Also, he recognizes the sound of my car, and starts crying before I even open my car door.
It's so nice to feel loved.