
From time-to-time Baby “counts coup”. This is a spontaneous game she has devised where she will rush by and gently tap one of us on the foot in passing. We can almost hear her say, “Gotcha!” as she goes. In the mornings, she’ll frequently wrap those soft paws around Shya’s forearm, nestling down before she starts to nibble him awake. Or one of my favorites: when I am standing and involved with something, like brushing my teeth, Baby will approach from behind, unnoticed, until she pads her way up the back of my legs with her front paws as she stretches out full length – it’s like being kissed by butterfly wings.

The water was running in the sink and I didn’t hear her approach. She touched me oh-so-gently, extending her paws as she stretched up my leg. I closed my eyes, feeling the love. When I turned around to greet her, I saw that Baby wasn’t there at all – the apron ties had been brushing my legs as I moved. I chuckled as I realized that the love is in me.
As I was writing this, Baby just jumped on my desk, walked directly in front of the monitor, climbed into my lap and purred her way up to my shoulder while nuzzling my ear. Then she traversed the back of my chair and walked away – over to a sunny spot in the window.
Once again, I’m feeling the love.
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