Bunty’s two cats have been entering into the spirit of Valentine’s Day. They have been inordinately affectionate, climbing all over us and purring and rubbing their cheeks on us and coating us with fur, and trying to drool into our mouths. Bunty and I have been doggedly working around them, sitting in increasingly contorted positions in order to see our screens and use our keyboards at the same time and, with any luck, achieve something productive. Bunty is a web designer and I am a student, so access to our computers is essential. The cats do not understand this basic fact. Especially today.
Bless ’em. They have always been lovingly inclined.
It all reminds me of when Bunty and I first started dating. We met online and lived 300 miles apart, so to give us the illusion of being together, we used webcams. At night, our webcams switched to their infra red settings and we could watch each other sleeping. This is how I discovered something that Bunty did not know about his cats.
When he’s fast asleep, Monkey (the grey one) likes to come and sit on his chest and gaze at his face, purring noisily. Then she gently leans over and gives him a lick on the mouth, and the snoozing Bunty responds with a kissy face, pursing his lips into a smooch. The first time I saw this, I nearly died laughing. Were it not for the invention of the infra-red camera, I would never have seen it.