This morning, Boots awoke me at 4am meowing with crazies. I got up and gave him some water drips from the bathroom tub faucet. When I got back into bed, Icarus decided he wanted to bunny kick my hand. And attack me every time I moved under my quilt. I had difficulty falling back to sleep.
Icarus decided he wanted to wrap his front paws around my arm and give me more bunny kicks to my hand. I started to pet his belly and head. Seemed to work, because he settled down into a kitten slumber. When Icarus fell asleep, his paws were still wrapped around my arm.
The multi-colored fleshy pads were cool against my skin. We slept with the windows open last night, so the bedroom was cool around 4:30-5:00am. A chilly breeze reminiscent of early October wafted through the screens. It was the perfect sleeping weather. And Icarus’ paws helped me fall back to sleep.
Maybe it’s just me. There’s something about paws that relaxes me. I love kitty paws (claws intact, thank you). Sometimes cats get sensitive about people touching their paws, but I try to get in the habit of touching my cats paws daily. The more familiar they are with me handling their “fingers” and “toes,” the easier it is for me to trim their claws!
Sometimes Castiel, Prometheus, or Ishtar put their paws in my hand and fall asleep that way (and sometimes I do, too). I don’t know. Something about holding a cat’s paw just relaxes me.