cuddlebugs make me happy

our baby fluffs are the happiest little cuddlers.

i really love their love. their perfect fluffball love.
when they cuddle up together, worn out after a big day of fluffing and playing and bug chasing,
i just want to squeeeeze the cuteness right out of them.
oh, but i don’t. i wouldn’t dare disturb their sweet little cuddle time.

they should probably get an award for cuddling, though.

this month marks 2 whole years since we adopted little sophie lovefluff into our lives.
at the time, she was a teeny homeless kitten and we thought it’d be a perfect idea to get a friend for minnie. oh, we had no idea how instantly they’d love each other.

they keep our lives pretty interesting. and furry. and happy.

and i’m pretty convinced that evil world leaders and mean people in general
just need some cuddlebugs in their lives. you can’t be that mean or scary or evil
when you have fluffs to cuddle and love. you just can’t.