My Valentine was dressed in an elegant Tuxedo, all ready for an evening of food and scintillating meows and talk. I begged her pardon for my gown however as we slipped into the restaurant where she had made reservations. It was long and made from flannel. But, it had a lower than usual neckline with lace edging If I had thought to cinch it at the waist I may have carried it off. She was charming and did not show any untoward behavior (though I did per my attire.) I could have told my glamorous date that my dress was an evening gown. Wait! It was an evening gown of the first order wasn't it?? One she is most familiar with.
We retired when we got home. This precipitates my asking you if you have a cat and experience like mine. Where it is time for bed and I am in it, covers drawn up, awaiting my bedmate still wearing the Tuxedo...(never let them see you she believes, not glamorous.) For me, if my cat does not wish to come to bed once the light is off, I have a very difficult time falling asleep. I will, on such occasions fruitlessly call and call again- but I am ignored.
However, the more usual is-- as I am trying to get settled between the sheets and blanket, she tries to crawl on my chest. After much spoken and ignored direction from me, she settles on my chest. We have petting and a little pillow talk. Then, the light is turned off. Within a few moments, she steps between the pillows and turns to face my head on my pillow, placing her chin on my upper arm and putting her face, tickle whiskers and loud purr right into the crease of my neck and shoulder. And I am asleep within seconds.
Sometimes she parks in such a manner that I hear her heart beating right in my ear. Can't go to sleep with Xavier Cugat revved up with his Conga Drum in my very ear. Or with my ear pressed to her satin side with purring sounding like a tornado that has traveled to the outside of my house in the night. But her whiskery face inserted between my neck and shoulder...no balm beats that unless I can hire a professional massueur to only rub my back from neck to just below the shoulder blades. I would go r-b a bank to have the wherewithal to hire such a pro masseur for a month of back rubs! Too bad such a bevy of male back-only back rubbers don't exist. Dang it! Males have more textured hands and a larger area of palm width etc. Ooooh my, what a back rub. I oughtta get married again.
However I will take the purring little sweet face by my own face. That's pretty special too.
