Her tiny, soft paws reach up to lightly tap my thigh; pretty blue eyes plead, and I can’t resist lifting her up for a cuddle. Before she curls up to settle sleepily on my lap, her tiny, pokey paws kneed her new resting place.

As I slowly stroke her soft, warm fur, my fingers relish the silky feeling of her shiny black head, her trusting, dusty-colored body and finally the long, black tail. Her motor kicks into high gear, purring to express pleasure as she tickles my hand with a sandpaper tongue. I wonder who is getting the most pleasure out of this, or who will fall asleep first!