Today I discovered that nothing brings my cat Eloise more joy than crawling into bed with me in the middle of the afternoon for a nap.
We picked my mom up at the airport around 6AM and by 1 o'clock this afternoon I found myself slumped in a chair, propping up my head with my hand and struggling with heavy gritty eyelids. And although I hardly ever take naps, I knew I was going to be zombiefied by 5, when I was due at the reference desk. So I closed the blinds, fluffed my pillow and set the alarm. Not two minutes later Eloise was there, doing her little "finding a spot in the bed" dance. It involves a lot of full contact cat hugs, nose kisses and wriggling around. She likes me to spoon her with her head tucked under my chin and her back feet held in my hand.
Finally settled in, she began her deep throaty purr, broadcasting her happiness to the house. I woke up 3 hours later, my body outlined by little furry bodies. Me and my litter.