My sweet boy

So today while I was having an anxiety attack I was sitting in my bed crying. My cat is attached to me and I hear him jump down go into the living room, and I hear him grab his favorite toy. Its longer than he is and here he comes waddling with it in his mouth and between his legs. He jumps up on the bed with it and puts it on my lap and stares at me. He didn’t want to play. He thought that his toy would make me feel better and it did. It really makes you wonder what goes through their heads and what theyre willing to go through for you.

This is buddy with his favorite toy.