(She of the Nurturing Arms)
The cat meows. I pick him up and hold his warm body against my heart. His tail is flicking from side to side and he presses his head against my chin. I scratch his ears. He starts purring and stretches his neck this way and that, forcing me to scratch where he wants me to. The puppy is getting jealous. I bend down, the cat in one hand and patting the dog with the other. But the cat wants my undivided attention and twists out of my arms, running away with the puppy on his tail. I love these animals.