Someone is holding my paw. I did not offer it. It was just there, and now it is theirs to hold.
Someone is holding my paw. I did not offer it. It was just there, and now it is theirs to hold.My chin is on the cushion and my paw is in a hand. I am held down at both ends. I do not plan to go anywhere anyway.The hand around my leg is small. It is not holding me hard enough to keep me, but I stay. I would have stayed either way.I am not doing anything with this paw. Someone else is doing something with it. That works out fine for both of us.Someday the hand will be too big to hold my paw like this. I will not fit the same way. For now I fit, and that is enough.
