Celebrate the Small Things (Especially the Furry Ones)

It's time to celebrate the small things with Lexa Cain and her cohosts: L.G. Keltner and Tonya Drecker.

I woke up this morning to the war cry of the hungry: "ME-OW-ROW. ME-OW!"

Magical Mr. Mistoffelees

Mr. Mistoffelees stood by my pillow, tail straight up, whiskers twitching. When that didn't get me moving, he climbed onto my chest.

Mr. M was a stray when we moved into our house. All the neighbors knew him and feared him. He could be sweet one moment, then sinking his teeth and claws into flesh the next. After feeding him for seven years or so, he finally let me pet him. A year later, he was in my lap, and today. . .

Gulp. He was mere inches from my face, leaning in, and then . . . rubbing his nose all over mine in enthusiastic eskimo kisses. After that, he lay his furry cheek on mine. As my heart melted I thought the only thing that could make this moment any more purr-fect would be a snorkel (because I couldn't breathe), but then Mr. M lifted his sweet head.

My husband had arrived. "Infidelity," he said, and then he left singing the verse from Cecilia about coming back to bed only to find someone had taken his place.

"But," I sputtered, borrowing from Despicable Me, "he's so fluffy!"

So today, I celebrate the fact that it is 2016. If it were 1692 my husband would have me burnt at the stake instead of quoting Simon and Garfunkle.

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Here's a novel look at the other furry in the house, Dove. My daughter thought it would be cool to record her drinking out of a glass from underneath:

And here is a great still shot:

Any suggestions for the perfect meme?

(All photos by the fabulous Sedona Narayan.)