Last night, in the cold that Hurricane Sandy has left in its wake, Pepita was under the covers with me.
She purred, her chest leant up against mine so I could feel her purring like it was coming from me.
And I thought "Oh, but I used to have babies that lay in bed with me!" It was a moment of terrible sadness to think that my purring cat was the nearest I would ever again come to curling my body around a very small child and watching it sleep.
Do I ever miss the boys as babies sleeping soundly, curled up and warm on my chest. Such a wonderful feeling. I'm dreading the day they no longer want cuddles from their Mumma.
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