Two mornings in a row now have found me waking up to a purring ball of orange fuzz, cuddling up next to my chest as I lie on my side. I pull the covers up over him, and he doesn't seem to mind that at all.
Millie will then perch on the side of me that is facing the ceiling, so I find myself warm and toasty and surrounded by soft purring.
Is it any wonder I don't want to get up in the mornings?
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