Shadow holds my hand down, while i give her chestrubs. If i take my hand away, she reaches out and pulls it back down to her chest. She asks for nothing, just cuddles.
Every evening Shadow waits for me to go to bed. When I do, she kisses my nose for 5 minutes and then plays the roll of the little spoon and snuggles into my chest, with her head up near my pillow. She thinks she's my wife.
Shadow personally inspects all the bags, and will jump into them, or just sit on them. It's her fetish. She also has a thing for leather and denim jeans. She'll be your bestie if you come here dressed for success.
One can never have too many chest rubs. There may as well be super glue stuck to her little paws. Shadow simply refuses to let me take my hand away. She never begs for much, just cuddles and to be outside on guard duties.
It feels like solitary confinement. This is my time out zone when things get hectic. It doesn't look comfy, but it's quiet and peaceful in level 1R. I'm up for parole next week.
Love daddys lap cuddles. Especially on his cartoon Oodie. It is like having your own mobile pillow topper. Where dad goes, I go. Comfort is one Shadows major priorities.... well, and sausages.
Shadow does all the quality control here. She did jump 3 feet high, when the printer she was sitting on started working. It intrigues her, as she loves paper and cardboard..
Shadow treats cardboard like catnip. She goes crazy over it. The minute a box comes into the house, it generally stays for a few months, purely for Shadows entertainment purposes.
Big box, or small box. Shadow does not discriminate. Shadow goes imto sensory overload when she sees a big box. It's similar to a middle-age man wanting a red Ferrari.
