Flicker is not yet really affectionate--except at 3:00 a.m. when one of us has to get up to use the facilities. Then she hops off the bed, trots with the wee-hours (heh) mommie down the hall to the bathroom, and climbs in her lap. She purrs for a while and gets her neck scratched, and then we say, "Um . . . it's time to get down now."
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Happiness is a warm lap.
Drink more water. Go pee-pee more often. Get better acquainted with Flicker.
Once, when I was spending a long time on the john (because I had the stomach flu), one of my kitties curled up in my pajama bottoms and kept my ankles warm. (word verification is ooflu)
Dave was a bathroom cat, too. Not quite in such an intimate way, but every time someone made a trip in there for whatever reason, she came to visit. :)
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