Um…Sweetheart, Mommy can’t breathe…
I figured out how to get Tiger to snuggle. (What is it with cats and “their terms?”) I tried to force a snuggle on Mother’s Day. (Shadow is the one on the right and he came to me and hugged me just fine. Tiger, the one on the left, did not.) So I told him he wasn’t being very nice to me, but he didn’t seem to care. (Sometimes his cuteness is all that stands between him being deemed a sweetheart or a brat.)
In any case, yesterday a short time before I had to make supper, I decided to lay down on the couch. Doesn’t happen often as I’m not one to take naps. But I was more tired than I realized, so the couch beckoned. Tiger thought it would be a great time to join me.

Tiger: Let me just curl up here on your chest and rub chins.
Mom: So now you decide to hug me. Where were you yesterday?
Tiger: I need more room here. Let me sit on your face.
Mom: Um…sweetheart, Mommy can’t breathe.
Tiger: I’m not sure I’m comfortable yet. (Repositioning going on.) Did I mention I need to finish this bath I started a while ago?
Mom: Unable to suppress the laughter.
Tiger: Your stomach is moving. This is not comfortable.
Mom: Still chuckling
Tiger: Fine. I’ll move. (He positions himself on my stomach instead of my chest.)
Mom: Settles back. Relaxed. Eyes closed. Begins to imagine the next scene she wants to write in Bathsheba.
Tiger: Your stomach isn’t bouncing anymore. Want to snuggle? (Moves back onto my chest and settles his body against my neck and chin.)
Mom: So you’re going to let me breathe this time?
Tiger: Purrs
Mom: Looks at the clock and sighs. You finally get comfortable and I have to make dinner.
So much for a lengthy hug from my kitty. But it made up for his standoffishness on Mother’s Day – after he stopped rubbing chins and let me breathe again. :)




