I woke up this morning with Little Feet meatloafing on my chest, just
purring away. His soft purr rumbled in my ears as he nuzzled my neck.

Buster had cuddled up under my right arm and was likewise purring
away.

Senyah took one look at this lovefest, and declared that she had
absolutely no hope of a Valentine's Day cuddle with all this feline
interference.

Well, she had to wait, but she got her cuddle (grin).

Now, do I have my priorities straight, or what (big, evil grin)?

Hugs and Purrs, and Happy Valentines Day!
Mark