Fluffy Puff

Haven't felt such simple comfort and happiness in very a long time. I have this fluff of fur ball lying on my crossed legs, peacefully placing her paws on my them as I'm typing this entry right now and it's pretty much the loveliest feeling I've had in a while. It's real, it's genuine, it's naive and it's innocent.

A few moments ago I found her huffing and puffing, and figured maybe she's thirsty. Silly girl then licked the water dispenser for a good whole minute, and I just squat beside her cage to watch. Because it is that straightforward. Any action from her must be because of a specific need. If she's squeaking and whining, she's most likely wanting your attention to get her away from where she's at (such a baby); if she's speedily running around the house and constantly trying to charge at you and then run away from you, she probably wants to play. There are no lies, no acting, no double standards. Happiness is shown if she feels it, and the guilty look on her face when I caught her digging up the dustbin's content and making a mess in the kitchen, oh god, I can almost hear her whisper 'oh shit, time to run'. It's impossible not to be smile at her. :')

I love to feel her tiny heart beating against my skin. It's a beautiful sign of life, making me feel ever so thankful to exist on this earth, to witness and experience all these little miracles lovingly created by God; it's a sweet and silent comfort and that makes me feel less alone and more content.

To put it simply, feeling her feeling at ease beside me, makes me feel at ease, too.
So safe, so secure, so peaceful.
Everything I need to feel right now.