He raises one paw when he wants something, like a tiny gentleman asking for the check. Black and white, one green eye, one gold, and a mustache that says he knows more than he's telling. I've stopped trying to translate. I got him the year everything fell apart, and he spent the whole winter sitting on my chest at 3 a.m., paw on my chin, like he was holding me together with his foot. Dramatic? Yes. True? Also yes. He's older now. The paw goes up slower. The vet says he's fine, which is the sentence I pay to hear. I'd pay more. Don't tell him. He still sleeps on my side of the bed, which I have quietly accepted is his side now. He earned it. We all have our roles. Some love shows up as a paw on your face at the worst hour of the night. I'd take it every time. #blackandwhitecat #catlove #sheltercat
