Today I am thinking of the little one I almost didn’t get. The one who was been returned to the shelter for being too shy. The one whose eyes kept staring into my heart when his foster mum posted his pic online, the one whose brother was curled up in my arms happily purring away and the one who when I finally gave in and brought him home, took 8 months to settle in before climbing onto my lap for a cuddle.
And oh boy was it worth it.
To my little Dougalings, or Danny as he was named before, Happy Friday the 13th. You are my little maneki neko and I wouldn’t be without you for the world.