Day 124: Cats are notoriously reluctant to pose for the soul-stealer, but I caught my fuzzy Valentine in an obliging moment. He trusts his mama not to do anything too wicked to him (baths notwithstanding), but no cat is fully comfortable in the glaring eye of the lens. My Tippy is almost sixteen, and a more loving and gentle little person I have never known. Even when we're rough-housing, I do not have to worry about teeth or claws rending skin, and there's nothing he enjoys more than being chased and tickled, and then chasing me in return. What greater love is there than that shared between a companion animal and its human? Don't forget to give your Valentine a scratch under the chin or behind the ears.
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