"Oh, it's Billy," my sleepy mind registers.
How he judges where to land without sinking claws into me I do not know. Then a loud rumbling purr begins. He has the loudest purr of all four of my cats.
He loves me. This I know. During the day, he seeks my lap, but I rarely sit still during the day as a stay-at-home mom. But now, while I am immobile, he carefully walks up to my pillow and positions himself in an arch....around my head.
It's weird. But....it's Billy. He leaves me just enough room on my pillow to make me wonder if I ought to run him off. But I don't. We both go to sleep. Sometimes he extends a paw and touches my face. I wonder what my husband thinks of this cat lying above my head. He says Billy owns me. He grew up with cats just like I did, so he gets it.
I've actually had this cat for eight years, but this is a new development. Years ago, he would jump up on my husband's side of the bed and WALK ACROSS HIM to get to me. My husband didn't react well to getting walked on in the middle of the night and Billy was shoved off rather unkindly too many times, so he quit coming.
Does Billy love me so much that he can't resist getting as close to me as he possibly can? Or does he just love my pillow? He may just recognize a prime location when he sees one.
(This was written by my daughter, Karen.)
