
My cat and I just engaged in a delightful snuggle sesh. Jealous?
Dammit, I really want to cuddle with someone. I more often have cuddling dreams than sex dreams. And those stick with you!
I sit on my new, bigger couch and I imagine all different scenarios of a person sitting next to me. (I believe that qualifies as a sign of mighty loneliness.)
Shirley waddles over to and lies against the refrigerator.
She can sense that’s the best place for a little lady to escape the heat. It would be cuter if it was actually a terribly hot day. It’s moderately pleasant presently. Now, she’s just crying wolf. You wait, young lady. You wait for a Brooklyn August.
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