I came home from work today. Dan & Gary were home. I came over & sat by Dan, Gary jumped on my lap. Dan made a pout face, "He never sits on my lap." I told my husband, "I didn't even want him. I didn't choose him, he chose me."
It feels great to be loved and wanted, even if it is by this small animal. I find myself entertained by his curiosity and playfulness. He looks at me with such respect. I don't understand it. This little being loves me and I didn't even do anything.
Gary has been eating when I eat, going to the bathroom when I go, naps when I nap, and even will sit on my work papers when I am working. What did I do to have this little guy choose me? I feel flattered, but flabbergasted.
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