I often post pictures of Solstice and Wintermuse laying together with a disclaimer. “Just minutes later, she left! Just minutes later, she attacked him!” He loves her, and she loves him.. well.. less. We like to joke that she secretly think he stinks. He’s a poor bather, as I’ve shown in other pictures.
In this picture series (iPhone, taken by my husband), you can see how much she.. tolerates.. this whole laying together thing. In picture 1, above, she clearly signals her disdain.
She manages to sleep, leannnning away from Solstice. He wakes up, still blinky, to say hi to dad, the photographer.
Basically, she is sloooowly stretching her way out of his embrace. I am told that mere minutes after this final picture was taken, she oozed out completely and left.
I think she is forever a one-house-one-cat kind of girl, but she knows it makes us happy to not beat Solstice up, so she goes along with the cuddles until she can bear it no longer. She is a trooper.