Tuesdays With Tux (3.24.15)

After cuddled up in bed with Will and rolling in piles of leaves outside, Tux's favorite place to spend time is on my shoulders.

Every morning when I return home from the gym I bend down to say hello to and pet Tux. He nuzzles my hand, nuzzles my face, and then climbs up onto his perch, where he stays until I force him to get down (usually because my neck starts to cramp up). He sits on my shoulder or upper back or lies down across my shoulder blades while I gather the laundry, put away the groceries, and make the bed. He stays put while I wash dishes, wipe down the bathroom, and work at my computer. My shoulders must have magic powers. Or smell like catnip.

This one might be my favorite. While I was helping
Hallie with homework, Tux jumped onto a stool, onto
the counter behind me, and then across the kitchen to my
back, where he stayed until we finished Hallie's homework.

If given the choice, Tux seems to prefer my shoulders. He has, however, started trying out the other sets of shoulders found in the house and he seemed to enjoy both Tom and Will's (and my friend Mandi's) as well.

There is, however, one set of bony shoulders upon which Tux does not rest willingly…

Save me, Mama.

I honestly can't imagine going back to life without this little buddy.