Now that the weather has become brisk — no, belay that, the weather has become damp and raw — the cats snuggle up much closer to us at night. The one that licks my fingers is Lily, the one that sits on my flank is usually Nickel, and the one who sneezes — kerflooey — is Mr. Ferguson.
In the early light yesterday morning I started to roll over and the Engineer said “Hold still a moment.” I felt a slight ruffling of my hair, and then the springy tread of a cat rappelling off my pillow.
“There was a giant cat booger in your hair,” explained the Engineer. “I took care of it.”
There’s real love for you. Both of em.