I’m typing this entry with one hand because the other is occupied by cradling my cat Cheetara like a baby. She’s in heat right now, and I just love it. When Jem is in heat she makes me crazy because she turns into the whiniest thing in the world and by the end of the day I just want to squish her little mouth shut. But Cheetara just turns into a cuddler. She wants to be cradled, or rocked, or she’ll climb up on my shoulder and give me a hug like a baby needing to be burped.
I’m already way too aware of my creepy dependence on these little fuzzy animals, but when I’m holding my cat like a baby and rocking her back and forth as she cries, even I think I’m in need of a major step back.
A little too much perhaps?
Jem is not so much about the cuddles.