Holy Toledo has nests all over the house, from the new chair or the hassock in the living room, to his pillow on my workshop table, our bed and more, he rules. While he is not a lap cat nor does he like to be picked up, at night his studly love muffin self comes out and he puts on his bedroom eyes to come kissing and hugging when I get into bed. There is no feeling like that cold wet kitty nose bumping into my nose and cheek purring madly with affection and happiness. The smell of fresh air and good earth on his pelt is like nectar of the gods. This picture captures those bedroom eyes and his most trusting repose after a long love session.
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