waking with cats

when i woke this morning i was lying on my back and yellow was lying on my chest. his rump was right under my chin, his back paws straddled my sternum, and his front paws were just caudad to my diaphragm. my right arm rested across my lower abdomen, my fingers almost touching my left iliac crest. and eliot lay on the bed with his back against my left hip. my left arm was at my side and his left hind leg was draped across my wrist. with my thumb and forefinger i stroked the fur on his chest and belly. the back of his head rested against my thigh.

of course i'd hauled eliot downstairs last evening, after kara had put the dogs in their crates. he's still afraid of walking past the dogs, even when they're crated. silly boy, he was trapped downstairs with us all night by his own irrational fear.