I can't resist him under the best of circumstances. On my last night in the country, I don't stand a bat's chance in hell as he purposefully strides towards me, the low rumble rolling through his chest as he walks all over you demanding attention, rewarding you with little love bites, artlessly but stealthily displacing our laptop from its namesake to curl into pole position for stroking. Not content to just being stroked, he negligently presses random keys making it impossible to do anything but surrender to his insistence at being the only thing you focus on. The most comfortable spot turns out to be 80% lap, a token 5% on your hand and the rest blocking the laptop from view. The rolling purr seamlessly ripples into a gentle snoring before it fades away as he tucks himself into a silky ball of fur with ears. The rise and fall of the steady breathing combined with the soft fur means I'm a prisoner, hand irresistibly drawn to the silky sheen coat, gently running my hands over him, unmindful of the heat of the awkward laptop, or my drooping eyes, unwilling to let go of these last few magic moments.....
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