This cat looms large in my life,
especially when the mercury dips
below 50℉ and she takes to lying
prone on my chest for warmth. It's
a lovely ritual--she gives me a look,
jumps on the bed, steps onto me,
kneads a few "biscuits," lies down
tentatively, then gradually settles in,
stretching her forelegs out as she
sighs with contentment. Sometimes
her paws reach as far as my beard,
where her claws gently clutch my
chin. When she does, my life is
put on hold--total
purralysis!