I’m a “cat person.” Always been as far back as I can remember. Grew up with the felines rubbing up against the legs, “meowing” their concerns for the next meal or a friendly pat on the head and neck.
They’d submit to you if they trusted you. Roll onto their backs and expose their vulnerable underbelly. Couldn’t help but give it rub and then ruffle the hair on the back of their little heads.
There’s nothing like a cat shutting its eyes awaiting the hand sweeping the entire length of its back, anticipating the mellow feeling one must get by such a human massage. Oh, yes. I forgot. The purr.
Had to give away a pure white cat. Part of a litter and was among the last ones “adopted” by friends. He’d climb into bed well before time to wake-up, and walk on my hair. That’s right. He’d sit on my head and play with my hair, batting the pieces of hair that lay messed up and flat across the pillow. I got dark brown hair. (Well, used to have that color. Now it’s a mix of gray and brown, but still full except for that small Friar Tuck bald spot that I can’t see, but my son refers to when we play “cut up,” ie., “your nose is so big“. . .”your head is so bald”. . . and the best of all — “your mama is so. . [fill in the blank]. . .”)
If I’d stay in bed for any amount of time, the cat would “knead” my head. With his claws! Pushing him away would only result in another attempt to get me up. He’d pull a “Ghandi” and collapse against my skull in a non-violent dead-weight sit down protest.
And then, he would purr.
Not just any purr. But the loudest purr imaginable, sounding like saw blades being pushed and pulled by two strong-armed lumberjacks before eating their breakfast. The noise was enough to drive you crazy. Or to drive you to the kitchen to open a can of cat food to pacify him.
And, how about the cat stretch? Boy, if I could only flex my body the way a cat does, extending the paws as far as possible, opening up and ridding myself of the sleepy stiffness. Let’s not forget when they put both paws in front of them, and stretch their hind parts way in the air.
They do that when you pet them too. Extend the hind parts for that last bit of a hand contact stretching all the way from the ears over the shoulders, across the back and onto the butt, which never fails to rise a good 8 to 12 inches from the rest of the body.
Now that’s getting into real appreciation of another sentient being. Such pleasure. You wish some times that you can express yourself the same way when someone lavishes attention on you for simply “being” your self, having come into their realm of life, and showing you pure unadulterated love.
It’s just like the cat’s “meow” and their way of saying “thank you, I love you too.”