Trust

I went out to take garden pictures, but there was Oreo stretched out in a classic cat pose on the front porch. 

She never flinched at me towering over her, moving closer to her with my much-bigger-than-she-is feet.  Trust.

She stretched as I rubbed the soft fur on her little chest.

She rolled totally onto her back, mostly because I gently turned her that way.  She’s so sweet!

Limp like a little rag doll, she’s enjoying this attention.  She trusts me. 

How could anyone not love a new kitty?  Especially when they trust you like this.

Lynn

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