[Fey lying on the bed with her head up. I am lying with my ear on her side listening to the purring.]
[Fey's head is tilted to one side and lifted so her forehead is against my face. My nose is on her head, with our cheeks brushing together.]
[Fey is in the same position. My forehead is on the top of her head.]
[My nose is rubbing her head.]
[My cheek is rubbing the top of her head.]
[My ear is pressed against her side listening to her purr. Her head is turned around touching my face a little.]
The 15th that is. I'm 32.
Fey has been the best part of a terrible day. I am going off one migraine medication to go on another. And my body is reacting badly to switching things around. So I haven't been feeling well at all.
So anyway getting to the cat part. I ate crab rangoons, fried meat dumplings, and frozen key lime pie. Fey apparently thought this was an amazing dinner. Because she nuzzled my face. And she stopped to smell my breath like she always does. But this time before I knew it there was this little sandpaper tongue licking the inside of my lower lip. Which indicates extreme food approval. Unfortunately for her, my food is usually much healthier than that. :-)
We've been snuggling pretty much ever since I got home. Right now she's alternately purring and washing herself. The purring and the surprise dinner-approval are my favorite parts of the day. Same with the nuzzling and the watching her sleep and bathe.