I love Chewie to the moon and back. He is my only child and the light of my life. My world revolves around him and I feel that it is a privilege to be his human slave. I adore every twitch of his whiskers and flick of his paws, every wave of his tail and jolly little flop, his binkies, and zoomies, and periscopes… I melt when I see him stretched out on his tummy, sunbathing his cute little bum, or when he yawns like a miniature lion after a good meal. The nom nom nom sounds he makes when he eats, and purring sounds when he grinds his little teeth with pleasure. The way he hops into my bed, kneads the duvet and pillows flat, and then turns into a bunny loaf, stretching out his face towards mine, one cheek down on the bed, one up so that we can smoosh faces and rub noses, and breathe eachother in for a good 15 to 20 minutes at a time. I love how he loves to have his little lips and nose and chin petted and kissed and then gives me little licks on my nose to say “I love you too, Mommy”. Yeah… I love my little one to distraction. 