Recently making some strides in getting Badger to sit on my lap in the green couch, finally got him to step on the pillows beside me, and then once again with my legs splayed in a ridiculous way so he was between them

He was eager to sit by/on me since a kitten but would take off with the slightest movement, so I think learned against it, trying to retrain now that he’s older and more settled

And I mean we’ve got time, we’re like one fifth through his life, hopefully, until he’s nonviable and painful enough I have him professionally killed

I’m already picturing the regular rituals he’ll try to do and pathetically fail that finally convince me it’s time and the regular rituals he’ll still do well enough to convince me to hold off cause it’s still gonna be okay

Because OF COURSE I wouldn’t let myself love something unless I could picture its end