It's late. I've been catching up on all the little things I didn't get to do during the day. I'd like to sneak into bed, before Max jumps into his blue Gap box with the balloon tissue paper. But, he is there, waiting for me to brush him. And so, I start my nightly routine of brushing each kitty 200 strokes, ending with a little back and tummy massage, and a kiss on the head.
When I finish, I read until my eyes won't stay opened. I turn off the light and wait, knowing it won't take long. Maggie jumps on the bed first, walks over to the pillow and spoons my chest and neck with her body. I put my right arm around her and run my face over her fur. Soon Max jumps up and finds that space between the V in my crossed over legs. He adjusts the blanket with his paws until it suits him. Then he snuggles in as close as possible and goes to sleep.
I know soon my arms will go numb, my legs will become uncomfortable, and I'll have to go to the bathroom.
But, for the moment, there is nothing more delicious than these two kitties curled into my body. I inhale the sweetness of it all...
They are here now...
But, what will I do when they aren't?
