Every time Rosie gets a little bit closer to me on the couch when she naps or she butts her head against my hand when I stop petting her or brushes up against my legs when she wants attention, it just makes my heart so happy.
Because it’s like…this baby who probably had a home with people she loved for a long time but was then ripped away from them and spent half a year in an animal shelter is slowly starting to accept me as her mama. She had a mom once who betrayed her trust and she’s letting me fill that spot and I just feel so lucky and full of love for this sweet little dump truck of a cat.
Seriously, guys. Adopt shelter animals. They need homes so badly and your heart will never be more full.