A Change In Her Kneads

I’ve written recently that Imogen has become more affectionate since our move to the Cosy Cabin. That has continued. She will sometimes want me to pick her up and hold her. While in my arms , she will bump her head against my face, and knead the air. Her sound at such a time is a short trill; when she wants down, it becomes an abrupt chirp.

But what surprised me most was what she did a few evenings ago when I was sitting at the table reading, after having some toast and tea before bed. Imo jumped up on the table, where she is not allowed to be, and, before I could say anything to her, climbed onto my shoulders, lying across them behind my head. She had not done that before, and no cat has since Tungsten. Once there, Miss Silky started kneading me.

How Imogen has grown in the last few months is rather astonishing. How she plays, how she sleeps, how she moves; all have changed for the better. But nothing has been more pleasing to see and feel than how she now shows me she likes me.