More Cat

The Destroyer of Worlds got into my room last night, and hid way back under the bed. Taking matters into his own hands, I thought, and sat on the bed knitting and waiting for him to come out. It took him all of thirty seconds to surface on top of the bed, and maybe twenty more to curl up beside me and start purring like a small truck. I can't help it. He's so cute. Is it any wonder I've lost so many sweaters?

He's such a stand-offish kitty during the day, but at night, it's like he's a whole other cat, who not only wants petting, but encourages it. He does this thing where he stretches out so I can rub his belly, and then when I do, he wraps his front legs around my arm and nuzzles my wrist.

Of course, so far as I can tell, he does that so he can find the vein. I have really got to stop watching vampire movies with that damned cat.