Nose nudges

I has abandoned my spot under the table and decided to flomp in my hooman's napping quarters.

My hooman decided to come and see me.

This was nice.

He gave me chin scritches and stroked my fluffy cheeks.

When he does this, I has a happy, so I wants to show affection.

I does this by nudging my hooman's nose with my little catty nose, and also by rubbing my face on his.

This is my way of saying 'Hi, I like you, hooman'.

I enjoyed the scritches, then I had a nap.
This has tired me out, so I may have another nap.






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