As if sensing my thoughts, he lifts his head from the extravagant dog bed (plush couch more like), tilting his head at me as if questioning my need of him. Smiling, I pat my leg for him to come over. His claws scratch against the bit of hardwood floor not covered with a rug as he excitedly bounds over to my chair. Laying his large fluff ball of a head in my lap, I stare into his eyes as if I can send my love and thankfulness straight to his mind. Fluffing behind his ears I’m coo-ing at him like a baby when my husband walks in.