jericho on my shoulder! christina pulled him out of his cage and brought him downstairs tucked in her shirt, and i stole him from her to snuggle him. i love his skin — rough on top, super soft on his belly. i am not his favorite person in the world, though; he doesn’t like the way i smell/taste. (understandable; i smell/taste like CATS.)
a few years ago, christina crocheted me an afghan that looks almost exactly like the pattern of jericho’s skin. super neat.
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