When Pippin was 3 months old, I started handling her a lot. Picking her up a few times a day and cradling her around the house, pausing to let her smell some things at a height she wouldn’t normally get to.
Eighteen years later, she still lets me pick her up… even like a sack of potatoes. 🤭 And she’ll just wait until I set her down again.
The same description as the first photo except she has turned slightly to a person who is taking a picture. Just as relaxed with a good look at her golden green eyes. The person holding the cat is wearing horrible red/orange plaid pajama bottoms that really shouldn’t be seen by anyone.
Closeup of an elderly long-haired cat being held so that her paws and tail are all dangling and facing down. She is completely at ease and resigned to this position no matter how long it should last. She is a tortie cat with lots of shade of brown and some gray.