The 4 AM Purr Fest...

When you have a few cats (notice a few is more than a couple but less than a fuck ton) it is inevitable you are going to have a few furry visitors when you sit in your cozy bed for a couple hours every morning, drinking coffee and contemplating the meaning of life, and then attempting to write about it.  So I have quite a few “helpers” every morning, little balls of fluff that are really just heat seeking missiles honing in on the snuggly warmth that is me and my bed.

And so, it has happened that my recent acquisition of the kitten crew (4 to be clear) have found the heated nirvana sought after and found by most felines.  So it was a lovely and heart warming surprise yesterday when 3 of the 4 found their way to my ever loving lap, after a few lessons in “we do not stand on the keyboard or chase the mouse” they settled in, snuggling up to me and falling asleep.  It wasn’t long though before one of them started purring loudly, quickly followed by another and then another.  Soon the purring was so loud it disrupted my concentration and I had to stop my writing and give them all the attention they deserved...which only increased the decibel of purring by a factor of 10.

If you have never had the pleasure of a 4 am purr fest, then I will be so bold as to say you haven’t really lived.  There is something absolutely life affirming and safe when you are surrounded by the contented purring of small felines.  If you beg to differ, then we probably could never date or maybe even be friends.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my dog.  She is amazing.  But she does not bring the peace and tranquility or hilarity the cats do.  She has her own merits, but they do not invade the purview of gentle, peaceful abiding at 4 am.  No, her domain is to alert me to the possible risk of every bump, thud and sound within a 50 mile radius of our home.  Equally valuable but inherently not as peaceful.

I had to get up early and get going to the airport so I missed the 4 am purr fest today and I know my day will be the worse for it.  I floated through my day yesterday, all its frustrations, exactions and vexations.  The purr fest delivered a peaceful abiding capable of stemming the tide of whatever bullshit attempted to throw me off my game.  I highly recommend this as a stable and loving start to any day.

And if you aren’t capable of having one of your own, if you are really nice to me, then perhaps someday you might be invited to the inner sanctum of the furry, purry love fest, but you are gonna have to get up early because it really is a limited time offer...

Well, except for me, I am there every day, ready to receive all the bliss and gentleness that can only be found on the receiving end of a trio of very happy kittens.

PS - I don’t know why I can’t have all four of them join, but there appears to be some unwritten but very much real law among the four of them that never shall all four be gathered into a cuddle huddle, they are decidedly committed to a trio max.  And this, among other things, is one of the great mysteries of my universe...but I take what I can get and consider myself blessed and favored, the purring like a blessing that permeates your spirit and soul and renders you somewhat impervious to the slings and arrows of the workaday drudgery that life can become...

Again, still...