Every single night and morning, this is what I go to sleep to and wake up to.
If you look carefully, you will see how his “arms” are reaching forward over my pillow. He has this thing where he must have his front paws tucked under my face on the pillow. He must. I can scoot back and give him more pillow…but he’ll just scoot closer so he can reach my face again.
You can even see my husband’s pillows back there behind him. He doesn’t want those pillows. He only wants my pillow. And he doesn’t do this to my husband, only to me.
He is utterly and unashamedly spoiled.
He’s my Hickory Pete.