As anyone reading this blog may know, Cammie likes to lie on my chest and purr. She will lie very close to my head, so close she can bump my chin with her own head now and then. That’s pleasant for both of us. The other night, however, she varied her routine. For some reason, she faced the other way. That was pleasant for only one of us.
The princess looked toward my feet, while presenting her nether region to me. I can’t even write that it was a view of her bum, because it was too close for my eyes to focus on it. I managed to fold her tail down between myself and more objectionable parts of feline anatomy, but that solved only part of the problem. One of her rear feet, on which she places most of her weight, was squarely upon my larynx. My cat was slowly strangling me.
But she was purring, so I was loathe to interrupt her.
Fortunately, before I passed out, or died, Cammie ended our time together. I usually regret that moment, but this time, I was curiously relieved. I’m not sure which I found more offensive: the princess’s paw pushing into my throat, or her bum aimed at my face. But at least she was enjoying herself…