Muffin

Muffin has lots of little quirks. He loves cream cheese for instance. Sometimes he goes crazy and starts running and pooping all over the place. He loves having his mane fluffed. He's always vigilantly waiting for when I wake up so he can crawl on my back and sniff my face. Sometimes he squeaks when he yawns, and sometimes for no apparent reason at all. If you leave him on his own for a few weeks he completely lets himself go - like one giant clump. He has the craziest sounding growl in the world, he can do it for sooooo long, and if he opens his mouth to eat a cat treat during the growl it sounds like he's saying "mmmm mar mar mar." He's scared of everything, one sudden move and he is definitely under that bed. I remember trying to let him go outside back when we lived in Richfield, you had to stand holding the door completely still and you couldn't move your body even an inch until he made his way through the door. Sometimes this process would take 20 minutes or more. You pretty much just had to pick him up and place him outside. He kisses forheads. I kiss his forehead and then he kisses mine! It's sooooo cute. He can be a bit of a grouch, and he's got the prettiest eyes in the world!

Anyway, he used to do this thing where he'd very softly rub his head and nose on your arm and if he feels comfortable enough with you he'll very gently bite your arm until you pay attention to him. I always loved it because it would always throw me so off guard.

He hasn't done it for a long time, but he just did it! I wanted to just eat him up.

Muffin is so cute!