At the risk of sounding like an organ recital--goodness forbid. Although I need to take a bit of morning medication, our grey-stripy cat, Lilly Bell, is asleep in my lap; I am reluctant to disturb her.
Presently she is laying on her back with her front legs outstretched; her tummy and throat exposed, a sure sign of complete trust. Putting the medication on hold in the meantime, trust won’t kill me.
Lilly Bell is somewhat spoiled; we love her anyway. Strange how we can overlook faults in our pets—but not in some people. Maybe we all need to work on that; I do.