The Christmas Miracle

The Aunties who took care of me while the Human was away came over for an Adult Beverage last evening. It had been only a tad more than 48 hours since I'd seen them. As they waltzed in and sat in the living room, I did not budge from my pink beddie on the dining room chair. I did not run, I did not hide, I did not go UTB. I merely watched them with interest.

After a few minutes elapsed, I walked into the living room and inspected them from a closer vantage point. I marched up to Auntie #1 and rubbed my head on her shoe. She stayed very still, but then put out a cautious hand to pet me: I darted away. The Human sensing Progress Being Made, went into the dining room to fetch my favorite brushie, which she handed to Auntie #1. I marched right back up to her and allowed my self to be Brushed By a Stranger! While she was brushing, she was slipping in surreptitious pets! She gasped in silent shock as I allowed these intimacies. She brushed some more. She petted with greater enthusiasm. I did not run. I purred.

She handed the brushie to Auntie #2. I trotted right over and allowed yet another person to brush me and (sort of) pet me. She was a bit more tentative than Auntie #1, so I was a little nervous also. This continued for many minutes, and then I returned for another session with Auntie #1, after which I decided I had had enough so I retreated under the glass coffee table (visible in yesterday's blog post) and lay peaceably for the remainder of their visit.

Now here is the thing: No one besides the Human (with the exception of the v-e-t, and she had to knock.me.out), NO ONE, has ever touched me or brushed me or spent that much time so very close to me. The Human could hardly believe it. *I* can hardly believe it. It was a Christmas miracle!