As if the initial flop of love wasn’t cute enough to melt steel, Oscar turned it up after we’d finished unloading from the trip.
He’d been Ghidora-squeaking at me while I switched out loads of laundry, so I scooped him up and sat down with him. I wasn’t expecting him to stay, let alone drape across my bod like a sash. Nutter was unimpressed, but I was undone.