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Cake day: June 14th, 2023

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  • For Oliver, his bedtime routine. Once he thinks I’m getting ready to go to bed, he’ll sit by the stairs. Once I get there, he runs as fast as he can up the stairs and then looks behind him to make sure I’m still coming. Then he runs to the bedroom, again stopping and looking. Then when I go to the bathroom he runs back out of the bedroom to join me while I pee and brush my teeth–I leave the door cracked for him and he pushes in with his head. While I’m getting ready he skitters in and out of the bathroom being annoyed with me. Then finally when I go towards the bedroom he runs and does a flying leap into the bed. (Which means that sometimes when my partner is already in bed he lands right on his dick 😅). He runs over to my side of the bed and lays down and then I slither my way in. I’m a side sleeper, so I turn over and get myself tucked all in and comfy. And then he goes up to sit on my butt like it’s his little kitty cat sofa.

    He doesn’t sleep with us all night but he almost always comes to bed with me and I just love that he has his little routine and that I’m part of it. 🥹









  • Mine is Oliver. He was fostered as a 2 week old kitten by my brother-in-law. After his divorce Oliver came to live with us, he’s been with us for almost two years now. I have had other pets but I’ve never felt this close to another creature.

    He loves to be near me and comes running when I call for him. Every night when I get ready to go upstairs to bed, he waits at the stairs for me, then runs up as fast as he can, then turns around to make sure I’m still following. He runs down the hall to jump up on my bed and wait in my spot, then kneads and snuggles and purrs and it just fills my heart with such joy. He’s afraid of most people, but he loves me unconditionally.

    I joke that we’re both have an anxious attachment style because we were taken from our mothers too early, but I really do think that we understand each other and the need to feel safe.

    Maybe this is dramatic but I truly don’t know how I could live without him.