June 20, 2014
I have a young black cat who roams the outskirts of my house at night, then when the dawn breaks, I hear him meow outside in the back yard. Through the doggy door, He chants his meow in continuous squeaky, almost chirpy sounds, climbing the stairs, until he reaches the side of my bed. He carefully lands lightly on the very edge, next to my face. His head bows to press into my forehead. Hello! He purrs, climbs onto my chest for his morning massage. I can feel his vibration. I imagine we're both smiling in this ritual of comfort.