He is the love of our life.
I’m a certified fur mum and, along with the hubby our long dark haired, white tip nosed fur baby with the smartest moves and the most gorgeous face this side of the earth (okay, I’m biased) magically twirls us around his little paws, hook, line and sinker. Loui rules the coop with his king prawns and tuna flakes (frozen king prawns thawed to perfection, crunchy and not too soggy. Fresh from the tin tuna flakes with just enough spring water, not too dry, not too watery). His unspoken but-written-in-stone space between us at sleep time (of which he is allowed being indoor and superbly toilet trained) often leave half of me clinging by my side of our bed most nights.
We miss him only seconds after dropping him off at the cattery before our holidays. The house feels empty without him dreaming away on his two-seater (again, a certified catnap corner), curled up like a ball of fluff, not even his white tipped nose showing.
Loui tugs at our heartstrings like no other drama star. Amazingly he knows that, paws down.
