I don’t know why but mama is always taking photos of my paws, mes pattes (in French), which, evidently, she thinks are just very, very charming and an integral part of my little svelte body.
I do have unusual pattes–more like a rabbit (sorry, rabbits, but it’s true) and yet so like anthros. I cross them daintily when sleeping. I put them over my eyes when the sun is too strong–when sleeping. I lodge them up against the side of the sofa–when sleeping. And I stretch them out so seductively, spreading my little individual pink pads–when sleeping.
So I guess you could say that my paws are part of the charm of ME, when sleeping.
Sort of like anthro kids. Aren’t they just adorable, when sleeping?
And then, after all those sweet little stretches and paw-crossings and oh, that one where I reach out my paw to hold hands with mama or papa–oh, boy, they are suckers for that one–well, after all that, I don’t beg for food or attention or snuggling or petting and just snooze away, listening to their oohing and ahhing over my cuteness, and then the house is at peace with everyone off to ninna nanna land and then guess what?
Just like with every soft sweet gentle dream, just like with darling, quiet, tranquil sleeping anthro kids, WE WAKE UP!!! Myow, myow, food food!! Outdoors, outdoors!! Play with me, feed me, snuggle me…
But you have to admit, my paws would charm the pants off a dictator. Maybe I’ll just go to sleep again so these anthros can admire them. You never know what I might get from all this tomorrow…
