Happiness is a Warm Semi-feral Part-Siamese

It can be surprizingly nice to hold a cat. Aya (yes, the bakeneko) is currently in Cute Kitten mode, sitting on my lap, purring, and drooling slightly with feline pleasure. He's as comforting as a hot water bottle, and though it means I must type one-handed to keep his mello mello self from sliding off my lap, right now, I don't mind overmuch. Maybe it's food poisoning, maybe my brother gave me his bug for Christmas, but I'm sick.

( no squicky details, just musings )