It was a long day. A "get pizza for dinner" kind of day. A "take an extra square of dark chocolate" kind of day. A "crawl under your fuzzy blanket at 7PM" kind of day.
I slowly warmed under my covers, scrolling through the blog posts, Instagram stories and Facebook posts that chronicled the online happenings of the day. Just as I zoned out while reading a particularly delectable-looking recipe blog post, I felt a little thump at my feet. I looked down. There perched Waffle, my middle cat. She began picking her way across the uneven swells of my body towards me, gingerly navigating my bony knees and slippery legs as she headed towards her favorite spot: my stomach. As she settled in, folding her stripey tail in to wrap around her compact little body and closing her eyes, I sighed contentedly.
Now it's a "snuggle with your cat" kind of day.