My wee darling Sam snuggles into me each night, and after she stops making fucking biscuits on my chest, it’s magic. When she comes in she makes the quietest wee meow and then snuggles in, purring like fuck. She has me wrapped around her wee paws. Slaves in Ancient Rome had more autonomy. And I’m fine with that. When my partner got her for me, I wasn’t in a good place. It’s really true what they say, she saved me more than the other way round. The best present I have ever had. She is such a wee darling. I can’t put a photo up because I can’t sort the photo size, but, take it from me , she’s gorgeous.