The story I'm about to share is something so simple and silly I'm afraid you'll finish it and wonder if you missed the point. However, it's one of those sweet moments I want to remember so on the blog it goes.
The only person (I use that term loosely) more selfish than myself is Thumbs McGee. The girl lives for food, sleep, and attention. She is very affectionate but that is because she wants you to pet her. I'm ok with this because what I described above is the definition of most cats.
Most mornings the alarm goes off and one of us gets out of bed to take the first shower. This morning, however, we both stayed in bed and chatted for a bit. I went out to dinner with friends last night so Michael and I didn't get a chance to catch up. We shared a few funny stories and were both quietly laughing about something. Once I stopped laughing I heard Thumbs purring loudly. This is not unusual--the second one of us is awake she is right by our faces, purring and begging to be petted. I thanked Michael for playing with her and he said, "I'm not touching her." We both listened and sure enough, our little lady was purring like crazy from the foot of our bed.
I know this might mean absolutely nothing to you but I thought it was so dang cute. Neither of us were paying attention to her and (for once) she was content to just listen to her parents happily chat away. I called her named and she jumped up and joined us. It was a sweet moment and made me realize that maybe, just maybe, this fat cat likes us as much as we like her.