Thursday, January 12, 2012
9 on the other hand is a bit different. Although he still greets me at the door, he doesn't have the same look in his eyes. I'm not sure how to describe it. I am constantly reminding him that he is my #1 boy and such, but he does seem like he is getting down a bit. I hope when he feels better that he'll go back to playing with Sheamus like he was and giving me those lovely eyes. I still feel guilty though.
Then again, when they take over my bed like this, or when they do hang out together and I hear the stereo purrs, I feel a lot less guilty.
P.S. the together photos were taken before 9 hurt his hips. I'm waiting for them to be like this again.