Is it a choking hazard? Maybe. Is it the thing in life that makes me happiest? You’re damn right. Nowadays that simple joy has become so unbearably rare, thanks to my “extremely wicked, shockingly evil and vile” humans. Ok ok, I might also purr when I am in my floofy bed—my SECOND favorite thing to do.
Charlie gives the purring away too easily. Our humans barely have to pet him before he starts purring like he’s starting his Charlie engines—at the Monster Jam World Finals. They have to work for it from me. Maybe that’s why he’s the favorite and gets to eat all the time?