Luxurious...

 

You hear that word a lot in advertising... new cars, vacation hot spots, jewelry.  I reserve it for something far more important...

 Rufus has great fur, but something about that belly fur that makes you just want to run your fingers through it.  Full and silky.  And, most of the time, he will allow belly rubs.  You have to approach it gently; when he can see that you aren't going to rough up the fur, he will lay back and enjoy it.  But, if the mood isn't right, he will let you know that "now is not the time."

I went into the music room for some playing and singing this morning.  He came in there as soon as he heard me get a guitar down off the wall.  Joan joined us soon after, and we got in our morning routine: some music and Rufus gets brushed.  He's generally pretty cooperative, moving from side to side so Joan can have access.  You can tell by the look on his face that he enjoys it.

Just like the look on his face in that photo above, with Joan stroking his belly.  I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but... he's such a good boy.

;-)