Comfort

I have my off-white and wood accented chair reclined all the way back. The lights are off save for the cool bluish glow from the episode of Kyle XY I am watching.

I am laying on my right side, with my legs somewhat bent. The remote is in my right hand, which is hanging off the chair. My left arm is on my left hip. I am not quite in the fetal position, but sort of in a half spoon/half fetal. I'm relaxed, but completely awake.

I feel a movement and a weight behind me on the lower part of the chair. The chair rocks slightly. Caly has leaped onto the chair in the niche made by my calves and back of the thighs. She starts the usual kitty circling, thinks better of it, and decides she would rather be closer to my head.

She walks over my hips, making sure that each of her not-so-dainty paws lands on my hip bone so that I can feel the full of her twenty pounds as she passes to the other crook made by the tops of my legs, chest, and the wooden armrest. She nestles between my chest and the armrest, with her feet sticking out and off the chair underneath the wooden armrest. She swishes her tail once, twice. She looks me in the eye, and then closes her eyes and begins to purr.

I scratch her head and the soft fur of her neck and under her chin with my left hand while continuing to watch my programs, the remote still in the otherwise unused right hand. She lowers her head onto my right arm, takes one last big breath, and falls asleep purring.

Her fur is incredibly soft, she is very warm, and I'm totally relaxed.

We watch two more episodes of Kyle XY in that position before she wakes from her cat nap and leaps down.

"Bed time, Caly," I call as I turn off the TV and head into the bedroom. She gives me a look that seems to say, "What do you think that was, John?" and ignores my request. I haul her bodily into the room and onto the bed, close the door, and get under the covers. She once again curls up near my chest and purrs while I fall asleep.