• pet stuff

    Sweet George

    I’m sitting at my computer desk, trying to wake up. George comes up to my leg with his remarkably tiny meowsqueak and demands to be picked up. He collapses on my arm against my neck purring madly. I croon his name and he throws his head back to look at me upside down. I hope he never outgrows this. Originally published at Jen’s Corner. You can comment here or there.