This little guy (50/50 named after the creamsicle bar by the men in the family) is always ready to lend out a purr. He's the most loving man cat I know even if he likes to make trouble with the girl kitties.
Momma looks very stand-offish but she is always the first to greet guests and she loves men. And me, of course. She brings me comfort when I'm feeling down and she's sitting right next to me as I type.
My kitties always know when their hairless momma needs a jolt of inner peace. They sense when something is not right with "her." So they come and sit nearby hoping to make it better. It helps until my mind starts to wander. I'm always telling others to let it go and to not let the negative junk take over. Why is always easier said than done?
Here's to a week of peace for everyone. Be calm and take deep breaths.