Our cat Tubbles is pressed up against me. She lays on my arms as I type, her shoulders across my left arm, and one leg draped over my right. She is relaxed and commanding, like nobility idling on a chaise lounge.
And she purrs.
I can feel the rumble of her on my abdomen, where her body vibrates against me. She has a full belly, the warmth of my body against hers, and she knows I will scratch her cheeks and behind her ears and will stroke her silky fur.
A cat’s purr always feels like a gift. A purr expresses contentment and pleasure. It says, this is the exact situation I was hoping for. It says, you’re the best, and I love you.
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How very special. They sure know how to give love 💜
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