This morning I woke up with a cat on my leg for the first time since Ketzl died in December. It was Rory.
This was a lightweight, compared to Ketzl’s 12 pounds. I felt his four-pounds-six as he licked and leaned and cleaned himself.
In my half-slumber it made me smile.
Then he did that cat thing, where he stood and arched his back like a Halloween cat, turned in a circle, and flopped down again, against my leg.
I felt a vibration from him purring.
It made me smile again, and we both drifted off.