I was just sitting down to write my ode to the brilliance and marvelosity of Dr. J when I looked over and saw that the dog was curled up under the window and that the tiny cat was headbutting her.
You know how cats do, when they want to love up on you, they will butt their heads against you? Well, the tiny cat is totally butting her head against the dog’s. Mrs. Wigglebottom does not know what to think, I tell you.
And now? Now the cat is curled up against Mrs. Wigglebottom’s belly and the dog is looking like it’s Christmas. Those of you who have been here through all the trauma of the cats not giving Mrs. Wigglebottom the time of day can imagine how excited she is.
Aw, shit. She couldn’t bear it. The happiness was too much. She got up and came over here, tail wagging. And now the cat is shooting her dirty looks.
But briefly, briefly there was cat on dog cuddling in my house! It’s only taken five years, but cuddling has occurred.