She is content to lie adjacent to me, on the coffee table, while I sit with my feet on the floor. But I’m too short for our chairs, and eventually I have to shift forward, lean back and cross my ankles on the corner of the desk, keyboard balanced on my knees. She knows I am going to stay put now, and I can start counting: One Mississippi, two Mississippi . . .
By ten, she is cautiously padding across the table towards me. One paw inquiringly placed on my shoulder. Another near my elbow. A curious taste of my forearm. Then, the soft weight of her on my stomach, prodding gently, settling herself. I look down at her half-closed eyes and say her name softly. She leans back against my legs, her ears blocking the space bar. A gentle rumble of contentment.
Someday we’ll buy a more comfortable desk chair. But then I will miss the moments like this.
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Hehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…
Juliana attempts to rub the skin off my face when she does this kind of thing. Worst is when I’m trying to take a nap, and she thinks it’s cuddle time.