Cory landed in bed last night right after I got in. She’s never been a bed cat, hanging out on nearby bookcases instead. She got her allotted petting, but it was always on other occasions. Well, last night, she hit the bed like jumping into a swimming pool. Purring up a storm, though she looked around a time or two. That’s when I realized she’s been afraid of Rosalind, who always slept on top of me. Rosalind could sound murderous, and nobody did offended better, but it was mostly dramatics. She never really got into a serious fight with anybody; she’d just threaten. Often, I’d wake up in the night to a growl or hiss as one of the other Siamese got too close in bed, and I’d just go back to sleep (as would the other Siamese). But Cory apparently was really put off by this. The other Meezers are made of sterner stuff than the Heinz 57.
Anyway, I had to smile at Cory last night, purring and snuggling into the covers like a kid suddenly allowed into the candy store after standing outside with nose to the window for a few years.