This is my Escher boy. We have four cats, but he’s my absolute favourite. My girlfriend says it’s wrong to have a favourite, and I say it’s wrong that God made someone as perfect as Escher. So there’s that.
Escher likes to have his hand touching someone while he sleeps. Usually he’s touching me, because he sleeps on my pillow and I like to tuck my hand up underneath so my fingers come out near his paws. He twitches in his sleep, wakes up, and curls his fingers around mine.
In this picture, though, he’s just gently resting his hand on Kitten, who hates everyone. Kitten still hasn’t forgiven us, six months later, for getting Escher and Penny. He hates them. But he knows to be a good big brother and help Escher feel secure.
These kitties make me so happy. I’m an idiot.