First, I got Harley a new toy at Target. It's a strip of carpet that you hang from a door handle, and the cat is supposed to want to scratch it. Harley likes the little feather thing at the top.
Tonight, as we cuddled in front of the computer, my pervy little kitten (who was sniffing my dirty underwear a few days ago), stuck his paw in my blouse. He never stopped purring, of course.
It's safe to say that he's feeling right at home. He needed a mommy. He picked me out of a crowd, and I fell, hook, line and sinker.
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