The dear departed Digby (RIP) aka Squeaky Fatarse, was very lovely, but dim.
When Mr P was working away during the week, I would cart Diggers up with me at bedtime, we would have pouncing practice, (me wiggling my toes under the duvet) and then snuggle ups, with him curving close in to my body, but on top of the duvet, not under it.
It was quite comforting, actually!
Anyone else struggle with this?
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