OK, I know I am weird on so many levels (it's at this point that my husband says, "you can just stop right there"), but apart from what has become "everyday weird," I have a confession. Sometimes when I am holding one of my cats, I am so overwhelmed by their tasty cuteness that I want to bite them or squeeze them until they pop. I never do, mind you, but I can hardly contain myself sometimes.
Have you seen Phoebe's nose? It is white and sweet like a perfect powdered sugar donut. I want a nibble of that nose.
And Saffy's belly is like a giant coconut macaroon. Seriously...it's completely luscious and fluffy-ful. I have yet to sneak a snack of it, but I will not deny an occasional tummy-nuzzle.
And dear, sweet Cosmo and his scrumptious black and white coat of delicious-- not unlike a freshly baked piece of marble cake. I want to frost him for a late-night snack -- he's such a tempting treat.
Have I finally gone off the deep end? Or am I just hungry all the time? Maybe both.