Her nose is wet and cold and twitches slightly when she hears the leaves rustle past our window. Back legs stretched out in front of her. Tail relaxed. Her moppy, shaggy, blonde head rests on her front paws. Ears hang at her sides. Her eyes are barely visible under blonde bangs - she needs a fur-cut.
My toes are tucked under her back - so warm. I slip one foot out from under her and stroke her back. She rolls slightly back, exposing her belly, inviting me. Her belly is exquisitely soft, like velvet, and warm. We both enjoy the belly rub for a few moments.
Slowly she returns to her original laying position, and I lean back in my chair. Coffee brews in the kitchen and the aroma beckons me. I untuck my other foot from beneath her and stand up.
She looks up, momentarily and watches me walk to the kitchen. But she does not stir, does not rise, does not whine She knows I will return, coffee in hand, to tuck my toes back in. She knows.
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