A little rumble of a purr,
a warm bundle of fur.
My companion is always near,
her presence is very dear.
As I write, and work at my computer, my cat Tinka decides that she needs to sit on my lap NOW. There is an entire room of furniture for her to sit on, lay on, hang on, stretch on, and recline on. But no, it is my lap that she has set her mind on. Even with gentle pushes, and trying to entreat her to lay on a pillow next to me, NO....the lap or she will make it difficult for me.
Walking over the keyboard, nosing my hands, rubbing my face, and simply block the screen by standing in front of it.
The lap...NOW please.
As she turns around for the umpteenth time, the ideal spot is found. With chest deep purrs of contentment she sinks into her position. A few licks to make sure that every hair is in place, and she closes her eyes with a sigh of delight.
Carefully I try to type around this lump of happiness on my lap. And as it always does, it works its magic on me. I listen to her purr, and I almost purr in sync with her; relaxing and focusing on her rhythm of breathing and purring.
On this grey, dark Friday; this moment of pleasure is very warming and precious. Thanks Tinka for interrupting my work, to make me aware of how special you are, as a cat and as a companion.
a warm bundle of fur.
My companion is always near,
her presence is very dear.
As I write, and work at my computer, my cat Tinka decides that she needs to sit on my lap NOW. There is an entire room of furniture for her to sit on, lay on, hang on, stretch on, and recline on. But no, it is my lap that she has set her mind on. Even with gentle pushes, and trying to entreat her to lay on a pillow next to me, NO....the lap or she will make it difficult for me.
Walking over the keyboard, nosing my hands, rubbing my face, and simply block the screen by standing in front of it.
The lap...NOW please.
As she turns around for the umpteenth time, the ideal spot is found. With chest deep purrs of contentment she sinks into her position. A few licks to make sure that every hair is in place, and she closes her eyes with a sigh of delight.
Carefully I try to type around this lump of happiness on my lap. And as it always does, it works its magic on me. I listen to her purr, and I almost purr in sync with her; relaxing and focusing on her rhythm of breathing and purring.
On this grey, dark Friday; this moment of pleasure is very warming and precious. Thanks Tinka for interrupting my work, to make me aware of how special you are, as a cat and as a companion.
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