Mamma’s cat finally let me wipe off her eye drip boogies.
When she kneads dough her white legs & paws remind me of a magic white bunny. Like Cat & Rabbit & sweet pure Sugar-Cookie-Dough-Fairy shape-shifting & swirling into one.
Maybe she was just in her relaxed place on my mom’s sweater. Maybe she was just sick of the goop on her face. Maybe she would submit to anything right now if it looks like physical affection.
Maybe she’s depressed & unresisting because she misses my mom & doesn’t know where or why she’s gone.
Oe maybe she just came to more fully trust me. Depression can’t possibly purr this loud.
Why do you think Mor’s kitty finally allowed me to help her clean her face a little?