Buddies

Hmmm, that may be a strong word.

Sophie (or Phophie as Laurel calls her) snuggled me last night.  She wasn't pouncing my yarn ball as I stitched...so I let her sit by me.  You know what?  It was kind of nice.  Every now and then she would open her eyes and check on my progress, yawn, and pat me with her paw.  It was as if she was saying, "you still at it?  looks good, keep it up."  Besides she kept my right bun cheek warm. I even gave her a pat/pet or two.  Lots of crochet gifts left to make before Christmas time.  Thankfully, I have a little friend who will log all those treble stitch miles with me. 

What is this?   Is this me ( the "not-thrilled-about-animals" me) blogging about my pet?  Crazy times, crazy times.