One of the two grey tabbies in the copy store gets up from his bed and, after knocking into me with his enormous square head, circles around where I am kneeling before clambering up into my lap, where he proceeds to settle in by nuzzling into the crook of my arm and purring with gusto.
I get Katie's attention to my new friend, and she nods knowingly. "You have a very calm energy for cats," she says. "Like that color copier."
Post a Comment