Two front paws kneading my leg ‘poddling’ making little holes in my skin. Like I’m a mother cat and he’s comforting himself and wanting to relax. It’s so sweet that he does this. He does this every night before he goes to sleep on my lap. That’s when he settles down with his eyes closed and starts purring even more. I feel loved. I know cats can be pests sometimes, but this one is soft and friendly.
The cats on my lap. Firmly attached. I can’t move without pushing him off. My leg is going numb! He doesn’t normally stay this long, but I think he’s keeping warm. It’s quite overcast and cool for a May evening.
As soon as I wrote this my hubby walked past, knocked my foot and the cat jumped off my lap and ran upstairs! Just proves nothing stays the same, now I’m missing the cat, and my warm leg is cold!
I asked my hubby what he was thinking about when he stood at the edge of the lake. He said, just the distance, the weather, how calm the water was. The cool breeze, the reflections.
It sounds lovely and calm. No fears, no worries. I said to him, think of it again at bed time. Let it dispel any anxieties or worries. Just picture yourself on the bank, looking out. Let your mind drift away to quiet thoughts and gentle sounds. I might just try and do the same myself tonight.
In from the storm,
Mud washed away
Claws neatly sheathed.
Paws glimmering white
Nose and head down
Asleep on a cushion
Cat next to a box of my minature paintings that I did a few years ago. He’s come in from the cold. He knocked the cat flap door off again (his tummy is too big for it sometimes). He’s not exactly fat, just big, huge, massive! You can see he’s at least as big as the box. He takes up most of a seat on our three seater settee. He is a handsome cat, with golden, yellow eyes. Such a cool character.
My two boy cats last night, sleeping on an armchair and on the arms between the two armchairs. I’d got up to get a drink because I couldn’t sleep again. First one came up to say hello, after he’d been cuddled he went to sleep on the chair where the bigger cat usually sleeps. Then the big cat came in and seeing his usual space was taken jumped up next to me on the chair arms. Eventually he settled down too. It’s so good to see them getting on so well. The big one could bully the others but he doesn’t, they all three are pretty respectful of one another. If you are wondering where the third one, the small female was, she was upstairs curled up in the cupboard!
The cat jumps up and lies on a cushion between mine and my hubby’s chair, sometimes you can hear him purring or snoring. It’s a sign of how he trusts us. But EVERY day hubby, at some stage, will decide to stroke the cat ‘because he loves it’. The cats tail starts to twitch. He is disturbed by the attention. He wakes up and jumps down and goes out.
I have TRIED to explain the cat wants to rest and sleep. The attempt to stroke him really irritates him. I have said leave him alone and let him be. But the temptation is always there. Stop it! Leave it alone. The trouble is that it doesn’t work. Hopefully he will learn.
My cats have decided to play with my socks instead of the toys I get for them. They don’t use the balls that light up, or the striped mouse, or an octopus with feathers (don’t ask). No it’s socks, socks, socks and the occasional underpants! Mostly they play a bit and then sit on them… Keeping their paws warm no doubt.
This is the two boys, one indoor, the other outdoor, although really they are both now. Both are friendly with each other and our girl cat. They get on quite well and don’t fight, there is the occasional paw raised, but if I tell them off they stop. I do love them.
On the first dry day for a week or so we went walking locally. The low bright sun this evening shone through this Holly leaf and it sparkled in the light. I couldn’t resist taking a photo.
Tickle his tummy! The cat is relaxed and happy. He wants a belly rub. Tail twitching slightly, but claws sheathed, he’s purring, eyes closed, content.
You know your cat is happy and relaxed when it does this!