Well, we’ve come a long way with Jack the Kitty Boy.

From scared, scrawny dumped kitty to a full fledged member of the family. But you know, he hasn’t even gotten too close and snuggly, or purred, until last night.

It was pretty cold here, got down to 47 outside and the moby is not good at staying too warm… so it was pretty chilly in here. I was just getting ready to drift off to sleep when all the sudden, Jack is up and sitting on my chest! I ruffle his fur a little around his ears and tell him goodnight, surprised because he never gets this close. He likes to be pet, a bit, but not long. Well, I pet him, did the whole nice kitty thing and low and behold the little stinker closes his eye and starts purring like a little sawmill! Nearly knocks me outta bed! That felt so good. He’s finally trusting me and has given me his purr of approval. What a sweety.

And then, just to make it even more delightful, I lifted up a corner of the blankets and the little wort just dives right in, goes down and turns around and come back up to nestle in the crook of my arm and is just kneading away, purring like he’s done this all the time. He must have laid there for awhile, because I finally drifted off to sleep and he was still there.

It’s little things like this that really speak to me somedays. Earning the trust of a lost cat, making his life pleasant instead of wretched. He brought me home a little mole tonight, how special. At least I know that there’s one male out there that loves me! HAHAHA….