Though I’ve never owned a cat, I know enough to recognize that kneading his paws on my chest is a good sign. Even if it hurts. So is the rumbling purr I hear. “Hey, there, pretty kitty,” I say in a soft voice. I’m not sure if Parker is up yet, and I don’t want to wake her if she’s still sleeping. I also would prefer not to upset the cat status quo. I prefer this pleasant version of Mr. Eds to the evil demon spawn version.
