One of the best things about cats {in my humble opinion}?

This. The loving, the holding, the curling up in arms to fall peacefully asleep. It’s those, I don’t dare move and disturb, kind of moments. Even when all you want to do is shower because you feel gross from a long workout and you’re wearing your boyfriend’s oversized shirt that drowns you and you can’t remember the last time you brushed your hair.

Not like I’m talking about myself or anything.

Johnny B is slowly coming around, and Eros can never get enough attention and loving. Which includes arm rocking and swaddling, kitty-style. My heart just wants to explode with love — they are, indeed, living up to their names.