I need a reading buddy


When I lived at home, I had a reading buddy. My reading buddy was either one of my two cats - they seemed to rotate depending on the warmth level of the room. My reading buddies use to curl up next to me, on me, beside me, and, in some cases, between me and my book. I was okay with this as long as they didn't bite my hand as I turned a page.

Ever since I left for college (many many moons ago), I've had no reading buddy and, sometimes, I miss it. There's something calming about petting a cat while reading a book.

I guess you could count The Boyfriend as my current reading buddy. He is sometimes around when I'm sunk into a book, but I don't think he'd enjoy me scratching him behind the ears.

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