Norman Rockwell stopped by for a visit
On any other day, you would never see this. Captain Comic and Toots usually keep their distance pretty well, and if they happen to wander into each other’s personal space in any capacity, screams ensue. It could be either one of them screaming.
But this morning, I heard something unusual coming from the least populated room in the house, and found them like this, cuddled up, Capt. Comic reading a picture book to Toots, and both of them enjoying it calmly, together. They both have been sick for about two weeks with a cold that seems to subside and rev back up again.
I’m going to enjoy this picture perfect moment a moment longer, because, as soon as they feel better, I’ll likely ne’er see it again.
Norman Rockwell does not live here. We do.