She purred and purred her thoughts away
She purred them into her kittens every day
She purred her love
She purred her sacrifices
She purred her hunting techniques
She purred her hopes
She purred her fears
She purred her thoughts for their futures
She purred each kitten into being, into life
She purred each personality into place
So that once they got old enough
To grow into themselves
They would each grow into the person
That she knew they would best become
There was a little grey tabby girl
As fluffy as she was smart
She purred into that tabby girl
That she would have a heart
She purred that she’d be swift enough
To outrun unwanted toms
She purred that she’d be smart enough
To share her kittens with any mom
She purred that she’d be fierce
A protector of kittens and humans alike
She purred and she purred and she purred
There was a little black boy
Whose coat was short and sleek
She purred into that little black boy
That he’d be kind and meek
She purred that he’d be loving
That he’d always make friends
She purred that he’d be caring
Always ready to make amends
She purred that he’d be socially skilled
The glue that held the family together
And she purred and she purred and she purred
There was a little calico girl
As agile as can be
She purred in some more agility
So she’d never fall from a tree
She purred into her curiosity
With just the right measure of fear
She purred mechanical ability
So she’d try to work out what turns a gear
She purred that she’d alway wonder
What made the world turn
And she purred and she purred and she purred
There was fluffy black tuxedo girl
Who had a heart of amber and molten lava
She purred into her liquid sunlight
Just to make her light even brighter
She purred into her wisdom
So her instincts would lead her right
She purred into her excellent eyes
So she could see in the blackest of nights
She purred into her charisma
So that other cats would heed her warnings
She purred, she purred, she purred till morning
And if you could ask her
“I took what was already there.
I purred a little here
And I purred a little there.
I gave them nothing they didn’t already have
I just purred more into their strengths
And I purred less into their faults
Except when they needed their faults
Then I purred a little there, too.
I purred them songs in their sleep
I purred them stories as they nursed
I purred them complicated Cattish rhythms
That only a cat understands”
And then the kittens started purring back
They purred to their mother
And they purred to each other
And their purrs got more complex every day
And they blended with each other
And they blended with their mother
Until all their purrs were a giant harmony
And the little grey tabby grew into
A fierce and shrewd mother
And the sleek black boy grew into
The heart of the littermates’ family
And the little calico grew into
A feline engineer
And the black tuxedo girl grew into
A visionary cat
And they all loved each other
And they all had respect
For the roles their mother purred
Into their hearts
And they all slept together in a pile
And they purred
And they purred
And the purrs melded together
In perfect rhythm and harmony
As if they were designed that way
And they purred complicated Cattish rhythms
That only a Cat can understand
And they purred and they purred and they purred
When cats step into your selfies and take over. Lots of purrs going on here, also lots of ruffled staticky fur.
There is a puddle of cat in my lap.
Seriously she’s so relaxed it’s like she’s melted all over me and she’s being extremely sweet and affectionate.
How to love a cat
Put your hands away
Pretend they don’t exist
Start with your face
But don’t stop there
When she curls up on your legs
Do not reach out to her
Feel her love through your legs
Feel your love through her
If she curls up on your chest
You may want to nuzzle her face
(Take care to stop if she pulls away)
But, also, stop —
Feel the love
Coursing back and forth
Through your skin
Through her purr
Between your hearts
There’s nothing, ever, like buying my nose in Fey’s fur while she purrs in my ear!
While petting her head. And there is so much love going back and forth.
Fey nuzzling my face. Which we are still doing. She is purring.
Top view of me and Fey nuzzling. She’s purring loud.
She is purring as loud as she possibly can! Mew!
This is Fey soon after I aspirated. Being worried. And purring on me. With her head resting on my chest.
I am wrapped in big patchwork quilts, Fey is curled up on my arm, I am nuzzling her head and smelling her fur, she is purring. This is everything wonderful about the world all at once.
Me and Fey. She’s purring lots. I love her. Right now she’s nuzzling her face into my forearm.
[Me and Fey with faces pressed against each other.]
She’s purring fast and, for her, loud. I can hear it out of her nose.
Cat noises I love.
The sound of purring when they stick their nose in your ear.
The sound of slight purring, heard coming from the direction of their nose, at a distance — soft and high pitched.
The sound of purring interrupted by washing themselves or eating.
The sound when they stretch and a purr gets mixed into the stretching in the same way humans sigh loudly when we stretch.
Tiny little grumbly sigh noises as they relax, shift around to make themselves comfortable, or sleep.
Any time that purring gets combined with meowing.
All the varieties of purring from one cat to another, and at different frequencies and situations. (Although I don’t really enjoy hearing that loud grating purr they get when they’re in pain, because, pain.) Especially when it sinks into your body and rumbles in there.
That little chattery noise they make when they see prey whose neck they want to bite.
The teeny little sounds they make when they talk in their sleep.
Long drawn-out complicated sounds that have to be some kinds of words.
In more pleasant news.
Fey has been sticking close to me ever since I barely noticed I was getting sick. She sits by my feet or by my head, or nuzzles my legs. She purrs audibly, which is unusual for her. Some scientists think the cat’s purr is why they heal faster than expected, and recover from injuries that “should” kill them. I don’t know if that works on bugs or just bones, but it certainly helps my mood to feel this purring reverberating all through my body. Fey has always been protective of me, more like she’s my mother than she’s my kitten.