On the chaise by our front window, I sat trying to read my book. She crawled up my legs, sat on my knees, slid down. She jumped on my belly. She put her lips on my cheek and smooched loudly.
Okay then, I put down my book and grabbed her up and held her close.
Her hair still smells like baby kittens.
She mimicked the way I was sitting, then leaned her head on my chest and said, "Tonight I'm going to have good dreams about you."