Just now, while I was sitting at the computer, editing a blog post, my little cat just came and sat in my lap, quietly. Just sat, and purred. Of course, I stopped what I was doing, and rubbed the cat in long strokes. She responded by purring her very quiet rumbling purr. She stayed there for about three minutes, then moved on.
Now, my little black cat, Arya, is an interesting little girl (about eighteen months old). She is not a lap cat, but is always in the room with me. If I am working and move to another room, she follows within a few minutes. She quietly sits on the highest point she can find, (or, in contrast, on a chair under a table, or just on the floor under a chair, under some “cover”), tucks her front feet under her chest, and snoozes. Very quiet, very subtle. Just there, just company.
Arya very rarely purrs, and her purr is so quiet you feel it if you pet her, rather than hear it. My other cat, 14-year-old Mew, has the world’s loudest purr – and she purrs often. It also is a gift…in the evening, she will crawl up in my lap, or beside me on the couch and purr, and then, often, go to sleep nearby, seeming to purr when she is asleep sometimes.
But little Arya’s gift of a lap minute and a little purr was rare, and special.
I am blessed with two lovely feline friends.