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covering my face with my hands (I also had a headache) and Crush walked up to me and just sat beside me, right next to me and pressed himself up next to my left leg. He then just sat there for several minutes before getting up. That was the first time he did that when I had a bad night. He has done it a couple of times since then. He just seems to know not to be rambunctious when I don’t feel well...and to just be there instead.
When I write, Crush stays with me too. He sits underneath the desk by my feet, next to the desk, or in front of the fan when he wants to cool off. When he is feeling plucky he chews on the bottom of my chair, which is the only thing in the house I allow him to gnaw on besides his toys...because he can’t do any damage to the chair or hurt himself either.
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MY OTHER WRITING BUDDY - SIMBA (RAGDOLL)
