It's night and we are both asleep.
I am awakened by the sounds of gentle snores. I reach over to the right side of the bed to nudge Kent so he’ll shift his position and stop snoring.
I touch fur where I expect to touch his shoulder. I wake up just a bit more. I realize I've touched a cat. In fact, it’s the cat who’s snoring. Specifically, it's this cat:
Last night she slept up between our heads with her body aligned like ours. I think I touched her rump, but she never stirred. She turns 12 this month—possibly 13, she was between one and two years old when I got her. I guess she’s entitled to her snoring.