From where I sat curled up on the floor at his feet I could hear his slow steady breath rising and falling and could easily imagine how his solid rhythmic heart beat would feel under my hand were I too reach out and touch his chest. Pets don’t reach out though. Nor do they touch unless Owner requests it.
Fed and watered I was a content little feline all comfy on the floor, head to the ground, lying on my side, one hand under my head the other resting on my lifted hip. Once I had rolled languidly on to my back but he tutted and shook His head signalling that I needn’t think I could get too relaxed. He liked me warming his feet! I rolled back to my side and He reached down and petted my hair, down the side of my head, behind my ear, down my neck and lazily stroked over my shoulder, His fingers just brushing my naked breast as He leant back to His sitting position.
I was safe here. So happy and comfortable.
Being Pet was my favourite.