Three? Howzabout thirty? Scooter spends his time atop an etagere next to my chair here at the pooter. I greet and briefly snuggle His Orangeness every time I enter or leave the area. And if I miss one, he'll descend from his perch to head-butt me in the nose, then haughtily return to his altitudinous lair. From which he regularly falls, being a sleepklutz.
If I snuggle with my kitties too much, I might never get up and start writing. :)
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