I love my boy, but he is rather determined to make sure that the world revolves around him. For example, when we go to bed, I can generally count on one hand the number of seconds between Roger laying down next to me and snuggling in, and Moose's shoving on in between us. He's not subtle about it, either - he will stomp his way up our bodies and shove his nose in under Roger's hand, if necessary. His preferred sleeping spot is right between us, making sure that any contact includes him.
But today, Moose took it to a new height (or possibly depth, depending on how you look at it.) He was asleep on my lap, snoozing away on my right side. Roger and I were watching Elementary, and I got a little sentimental. The episode had an incidental story line about a man sticking around when things got problematic (MS in the case of the story), but I had to thank Roger for being such a mensch - not all men would handle Hank the way he has. But anyway... I reached out to hold his hand (this would be on my left side), and suddenly Moose almost levitated around to the other side of my lap, nose at the ready. If there was any affection being given out, my boy was going to be in the middle of it.
That's one of the best things about having rescued Moose (or having him rescue us - whichever way it went.) Even when things are sappy and dark, he can still make us laugh.
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