I love how dramatic Layla is. When my alarm goes off in the morning I turn on my lamp and find her sleeping above my head on my pillow, with her butt tucked in between pillows. I ask if she's ready to get up and she looks at me for a second and then throws her head back down and closes her eyes. I love in the middle of the night when I'm sleeping on my side and she cuddles up and lays her head on my neck. I love how excited she is whenever I come home. I love that every time I'm on the computer she falls asleep on, or touching my feet. If I move my feet, she moves to touch them again. I love knowing that no matter what else happens in life I'll always have this little furball waiting for me to come home and play
