The love of my life is winging her way to see me, coming all the way from Dhaka, Bangladesh. I am so incredibly happy and have all kinds of plans for my lady love, my beloved Fur Butt.
I want her to know that I will do forbidden, frowned upon things while waiting for her to arrive, such as:
- flying through the air to land on the sofa to gaze out the window while waiting to catch a first glimpse of her
- rubbing up against her freshly washed comforter to leave my essence
- lounging on the dining room table to peek out the dining room window once I hear her walking to the door
I look in her room and imagine our reunion, just knowing she'll let me snuggle with her. I've been deliberately NOT grooming myself too much so that my fur will have a better chance of staying on her suitcase and clothes, thus bringing a piece of ME with her when she leaves.
I've dragged my special "love blanket" into her room and will share it with her throughout her stay. I have developed a habit of kneading the blanket, biting it while doing so, and have managed to move it from the family room sofa, all the way up the stairs, through the main floor rooms, and up the staircase to her bedroom. My HM finally cut a piece of the blanket that would be easier for me to transport. She's pretty smart for a mere human.
My beloved's mom (Mom #3) found a nice song about coming home and has been playing it for me. It brings tears to my luminous, almond-shaped eyes, contributing to my phenomenal appearance. I've been dancing to it and have to say I have quite the moves.
I can't wait, just one more day!
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