The barometer must be changing. After a long, busy weekend and a tossing, turning night, I was trying to fight off the beginnings of a headache. I knew I would need to be clear-headed to teach lessons later, so I stole a few moments to lay down with a cloth over my eyes, keeping the light out.
I was trying to nod off when I felt a cat hop on the bed and climb up on my side. As I laid still, playing ‘possum and trying to recapture my doze, I felt one soft arm stretch out and a smooth, cool paw touched my temple. She relaxed into the pose and started to purr, keeping contact and a tiny bit of pressure there, and I finally slept.
The next thing I knew, the older girls were home and calling for me, and the cat was still nestled on top of me. I gently moved out from under her, testing for my headache before I rose, and it was gone. I gave her head a stroke as I left the room to get the studio ready for my students.
One green eye opened, and she gave me a lazy wink.