Every night when I come home, Columbus and I have this little ritual. I pick him up from the sofa and we hang out and "chitchat" about all kinds of things. After two minutes of snuggling and purring, he loses interest and gets fidgety.
I find it both amusing and heartwrenching the lengths he'll go to get out of my grasp. He puts his paws on my face so I can't get any more closer to him. If I don't relent, he becomes vocal until I have to. My chatterbox. My little demon child. Seven months old. xo
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