Purrle thinks he's a nurse. When anyone in the house (even a guest) comes down with an ailment requiring repose, he plants himself on their chest. Now, this isn't great nursing practice if one has a respiratory ailment, since the
Purrle thinks he's a pastor. On the very rare occasion that I've cause for a (silent) crying session, he comes immediately to my side and shoves his body against me, not leaving until I've regained my composure. I don't think you'll find chapter and verse to support this, but I believe God probably talks to the animals, and they hear His voice.Purrle thinks he's a watchman. He guards the bathtub. This is where and how he spends the bulk of each and every day, giving due diligence to his security duties:
And recently, every night, at 3:00 a.m., he
Purrle is thoughtful and sensitive. He wants to know what it's like to walk in our shoes. Literally. Any time we don't put them away.
What a great kittyboy.
Favorite thing -- Purrle
Trust ye in the Lord for ever: for in the Lord Jehovah is everlasting strength. ~Isaiah 26:4
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Purrle memory...
I remember the week that baby Purrle came to live with us, much to Dad's chagrin. I was walking down the hall past the family room, and stopped dead in my tracks, noticing Dad sprawled on the sofa with a sack of potato chips under his arm and the tiny, blue-eyed, tailless fluff ball of a kitty perched on his chest, staring expectantly right into his face. It was an amusing site, so I stopped and said, "I think he wants a chip!" to which came the gruff reply, "The little pig's already eaten ten of them!!"
Awww
I think Purrle could even turn me into a kitty-lover!
my old cat Noelle would bite my face when I cried -- just little love nips that always made me laugh.
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