As long time readers of my blog will know, I’ve been struggling with a nasty bout of depression. But this week the dark clouds parted for the first time. One week ago, my son and I went with a friend to a local cat shelter. We met a lot of cute cats while we were there, but only one Phinneas.
He stuck one paw right out of the cage to stop my son from leaving. He chose us and we chose him.
Lord Fluff, as my son named him, is not a lap cat. He is however an excellent desk cat who loves to be pet and brushed.
Lord Phinneas Fluff prefers to have at least one paw hanging off the edge.
Phin also likes crossing his paws when he sleeps.
Phin stays beside me all day and night. In the kitchen…
…on my bed…
… but mostly at my desk.
When Phin thinks I’m working too hard, he makes sure I take a break.
He makes me happy.
If you’re considering a therapy animal, do what you need to make it happen. I can’t recommend it enough.
Angie's Anti-Theistic Thoughts 
I’m so glad Phinneas found a home with you! I am constantly fighting depression and I can’t express how helpful my two kitties have been in helping fight that fight.