I woke up yesterday morning feeling so incredibly sad. No particular reason. Just a deep sense of gloom and even a bit of doom tossed in. I reached out to touch Emmaline and she got up and walked away. Baby Wallace moved away from my hand when I went to pet him. I raised my head and looked at the four cats, watching me from different areas of the bed in dispassionate feline Whatever. The saddness expanded.
"I don't ask a lot from you guys," I said to them in the pre-dawn light, "but some days I just really need to touch you, okay?"
They all looked at me, unblinking. Then Emmaline did her high-pitched tiny little squeak, walked over, and tucked her head under my hand. I snuggled into her, rubbed the silvery crunch of fur along her spine. Baby Wallace walked over from the side of the bed, leaned in, and took two long sniffs of my face, staring into my eyes, his eyes softening into the Kitty Love Twinkle as I lightly scratched him under the chin.
And then we got up, and the day began.
This morning I woke up to the rain, kitties scattered here and there on the mattress, and felt cheerful. Go figure.