i tend to think it is my smelly foot stinch, however ask our mancat and he may tell you, ' love is in the air ' .
wherever our pants, shirts, socks or underwear may fall, that is where you will find our crew snuggled up. i think they would just prefer we go a week showerless and hand over our clothes for their super-sonic noses to bask within our pharmons.
but alas, clean laundry; there too you will find a pile of cat basking within their humans outter layers.
so, i ask. is it love. plain and simple the answer points to a fabulous Yes.
and kitty crew, WE love you. you are each the innocence of innocent, the perfectness of perfection, the greatness of great, the loveness of love, and the realness of real. our four soft and unconditional miracles.
a little secret, mommy even loves your itty bitty special pharmons as well, like your kitty breath and admittedly your kitty toots.
yes, i said it. toots, and all.