My cat is in the window.

He's staring at the snow.

I'm looking at his fur and thinking about how happy he'd be if he were in the snow right now.

He's such a graceful baby.

I'm really scared of the thought that one day he'll be gone, so I give him lots of kisses every day.

He's come to expect this.

He closes his eyes really gently and pushes his soft head up against my lips.

He looks like a cotton ball that a lady used to remove her makeup.

He makes a "brrrrrooo" sound all the time, and he's taught the new kitten to do it as well.

They're both very spoiled and stuck up.

(He's a purebred, and she's just following suit.)

I've never been without at least one cat in my life.

I hope I'll always have a good furry baby around.

But Glelly will always be the best, my favorite.

The purebred prince charming.