Tony is Full of Bologna

Oh, Tony is definitely mine. Out of all three, he’s the one that lets me scoop him up, kiss his face and hold him until I don’t want to. He always is glued to me when I’m on the couch, the one that sits vigil when I’m sick, and the one that snuggles his nose into my hair when I’m trying to sleep. He is also the one who claims my side of the sofa when I’m gone. He also doesn’t feel the need to move when I get in. Sometimes I don’t have the heart to move him, but other times I want my seat so I can eat. He has definitely won me over and I’m certain he is mine. Or, at the very least, that I belong to him.