Comfort

When something makes me sad, I tend to go look for a kitty. They are fuzzy and cute and their presence and purring is a comfort to me.

So even though I am in Seattle at my Aunt & Uncle's house for Thanksgiving, I went and found Diddie Mae. She is a little shy, but very sweet and she has warmed up to me more this trip than before (Cookie likes me, too, but he left a couple days ago and hasn't come back yet... he does that regularly, I guess).

I went to her normal spot on my cousin, Natalie's bed (I think this is only "normal" because of all the activity in the house this week), but found that she was not there. Tessa, the other cousin who lives here and fellow Mae-Mae admirer, directed me to Diddie Mae's bed in the laundry room.

I carried the little baby into the living room and sat down on the couch with my California cousins because they were about to continue the Band of Brothers Series (which I was not really committed to watching). I placed Mae-Mae on my lap and continued to pet her and scratch her neck for about 30 seconds, then, as per my usual custom with reluctant kitties, I let go to give her the choice to leave or stay. She then proceeded to curl up in my lap, purring.

And I found it very comforting to have the warm kitty curled up in my lap, so I stayed (eyes drifting to sleep) and watched longer than I really wanted to. And now I'm going to bed.