He loves to walk around, in spite of the falls; sometimes he can cross two rooms with no incident, and sometimes only a few steps. He loves climbing up and hanging on blankets, couches, legs, or whatever he can get his happy claws into, and a scratching post is his best friend. He is very attached to people and finds his way into the big human bed most nights, unless he's crashed out behind the heater. His favorite place in the world on the chest of his human mama, his purrs reach the farthest corners of the room, and he is clearly happy to be alive. He likes to bat around puffs of fleece, eat chicken baby food, snuggle with kittens, and listen to human singing. He is very, very loved.
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