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Feb. 18th, 2019 10:44 pmMonkey has just upped her cuteness level.
At some point in the last year or so she started sleeping on me sometimes at night -- sometimes I'd be in bed and she'd climb onto my stomach and snuggle down, warm and purring, and put her head tucked against or on top of my hand or wrist. Even when I was technically interrupted in the middle of doing something on my iPad, I wasn't upset at the blocking; I'd just lie there being a self-heating cat bed, like making her comfortable was the only priority I had.
(And sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night with her on top of me.)
Within the last week she's started using my hand as a chin rest, with my right thumb under her chin and her face kind of buried in my fingers. Which meant if she fell asleep I could feel every sleep-twitch of her whiskers, every eye flutter as she dreamed, every tiny little movement. It feels somehow special, almost sacred, having her trust me enough to fall asleep on me.
Tonight, after doing that for a while, she stretched, groomed her face a bit, and then settled down in a shifted position ... and curled her paw around my left thumb, clinging to it like a teddy bear.
February has mostly sucked, but tonight almost compensated...
At some point in the last year or so she started sleeping on me sometimes at night -- sometimes I'd be in bed and she'd climb onto my stomach and snuggle down, warm and purring, and put her head tucked against or on top of my hand or wrist. Even when I was technically interrupted in the middle of doing something on my iPad, I wasn't upset at the blocking; I'd just lie there being a self-heating cat bed, like making her comfortable was the only priority I had.
(And sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night with her on top of me.)
Within the last week she's started using my hand as a chin rest, with my right thumb under her chin and her face kind of buried in my fingers. Which meant if she fell asleep I could feel every sleep-twitch of her whiskers, every eye flutter as she dreamed, every tiny little movement. It feels somehow special, almost sacred, having her trust me enough to fall asleep on me.
Tonight, after doing that for a while, she stretched, groomed her face a bit, and then settled down in a shifted position ... and curled her paw around my left thumb, clinging to it like a teddy bear.
February has mostly sucked, but tonight almost compensated...