*loves*
So I'm sitting here, behind the pc, almost hanging in the computer chair, and Boris and Greggo are just begging for attention. They're in a cage next to the computer, and if Boris wants attention, he'll let you know. He'll rattle the cage-door with his teeth, just as long 'till you get him out of there.
And they love to cuddle. They really, really do. They're crawling around on my chest, stomach, neck... almost sliding of my shoulders 'cause I've got my hair hanging loose, and they don't have too much grip when they're standing on it. They're gritting their teeth in contentment and demand all your attention.
And I love them so much. I don't care my neck's red from the scratches their little feet and hands made. I don't care they demand all my attention 'cause they want to be kissed and cuddled. I don't care I sometimes find little holes in my clothing their sharp teeth have made...
ETA: The dark one is Boris, the other Greggo. Greggo's mine. *cuddles*
And they love to cuddle. They really, really do. They're crawling around on my chest, stomach, neck... almost sliding of my shoulders 'cause I've got my hair hanging loose, and they don't have too much grip when they're standing on it. They're gritting their teeth in contentment and demand all your attention.
And I love them so much. I don't care my neck's red from the scratches their little feet and hands made. I don't care they demand all my attention 'cause they want to be kissed and cuddled. I don't care I sometimes find little holes in my clothing their sharp teeth have made...
ETA: The dark one is Boris, the other Greggo. Greggo's mine. *cuddles*