The Shoosha Blues
I ache to give Shoosha a hug, but she won’t have any of it. She’s just not a huggy cat. I have to accept this.

She has this gorgeous sleek black coat. I really need to hold it and stroke it, but I have to remind myself to hold back. This is not what this cat wants. I must not force myself on her. Sometimes I can’t help myself and I am bitten, or scratched.

Ho hum.

Eldest adores her, with or without hugs, and gushes over her endlessly, coming up with about twelve cutesy names for her a day.

Me? I ache for a hug.

Afterthought: Before you say anything, I once had a huggy cat. I know they're out there.

I suppose I'll have to make do with humans for hugs. Luckily I have three very huggy humans living with me.