April 1, 2010
At first she was untouched by my presence. The way cats often are. But gradually she allowed me into her world, greeting me with a meow and presenting her furry cheeks to me for a rub. When she spent one night on my bed, at my feet, I was ridiculously pleased. Then she moved up to my knees, then thighs, and finally the hollow of my arm. Right now she is lying with her head on my foot, the quiet purr in her throat vibrating through me. That purr is like a drug to me, creating waves of pure bliss.