Sunday, January 22, 2012
A morning hug
Last night Jack came up and sat on my chest as I was laying in bed. He has a habit of putting his paw over one of my fingers (OK sometimes I slip my finger under his paw) and he contracts his paw and "holds" my hand. It is one of the things that is dear to me about my cats (along with Muffin using me as a throne and Kit's gazing with love at DH) but early this morning he did something that gave me warm fuzzies as big as the mountains..
For some reason, those first few moments of "I think I'm awake but I'm not really sure" are the most precious to my cats. Generally I wake up with out cats but shortly there after I have four or five moving into position on me. How they can all get along is one of the great miracles of that early morning love fest.
This morning was a little different. I was on my side, hands under my pillow, when I felt Jack nose his way across me from my back to my nose. This is nothing new. Lately he has decided that I really like his cold nose on my warm neck. What was new was that he put his paw on my chin and contracted his paw. He was laying all over me, and I swear he was hugging me.
It was an incredibly precious gift