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Never doubt the healing power of a cat.
A few days ago, I feeling horrible. Not sick-horrible, but emotionally-horrible. I was so upset and angry and frustrated and sad that I couldn't go to sleep. Suddenly, Spicer-kitty jumped up on my bed, climbed on top of my chest, and began to purr and knead with his front paws.
You must understand, Spicer-kitty almost never joins me in bed. And on the rare occurrences when he does, he just lies down on my pillow for about 15 seconds, then jumps back down and leaves the room. I'm serious. He never lies with me for any length of time, and before this night, he had lain on top of me once.
So in shock and amazement, I scratched his head and neck the way he likes as he continued to purr and knead, slowly working his way all along my upper body, down to my thighs, and back up again. The practical portion of my consciousness was glad my night clothes were thick enough that his claws couldn't punch holes in me, but even if he had been spearing me, I would have let him. It's just so incredibly rare for him to join me in bed at all, let alone be so obviously trying to comfort me.
Of course, this realization made me cry even more, since by all appearances, my cat knew I needed comfort and came to my unspoken call. So this time with tears of grateful joy running down my cheeks, I petted him. He finally had enough of kneading and stretched out on top of me. Spicer-kitty is a rather large cat--not fat--just long and very fit. His settled with his head pillowed on my breast, his tail twitching around my knees, and all four of his legs dangling off to the side. I gently scratched the back of his neck and head until we both fell asleep.
Naturally, he completely ignored me the next day, which only makes his unexpected display that much more touching. If he showered me with love all the time, then it wouldn't be as special. So you see? Never doubt the healing power of a cat.
You must understand, Spicer-kitty almost never joins me in bed. And on the rare occurrences when he does, he just lies down on my pillow for about 15 seconds, then jumps back down and leaves the room. I'm serious. He never lies with me for any length of time, and before this night, he had lain on top of me once.
So in shock and amazement, I scratched his head and neck the way he likes as he continued to purr and knead, slowly working his way all along my upper body, down to my thighs, and back up again. The practical portion of my consciousness was glad my night clothes were thick enough that his claws couldn't punch holes in me, but even if he had been spearing me, I would have let him. It's just so incredibly rare for him to join me in bed at all, let alone be so obviously trying to comfort me.
Of course, this realization made me cry even more, since by all appearances, my cat knew I needed comfort and came to my unspoken call. So this time with tears of grateful joy running down my cheeks, I petted him. He finally had enough of kneading and stretched out on top of me. Spicer-kitty is a rather large cat--not fat--just long and very fit. His settled with his head pillowed on my breast, his tail twitching around my knees, and all four of his legs dangling off to the side. I gently scratched the back of his neck and head until we both fell asleep.
Naturally, he completely ignored me the next day, which only makes his unexpected display that much more touching. If he showered me with love all the time, then it wouldn't be as special. So you see? Never doubt the healing power of a cat.