Charlie -- mister massage man.
Yes, it's true my cat rocks me to sleep. His name is Charlie and he has three legs. For the last half an hour I have been looking at baby websites and mothering websites to figure out why rocking a baby puts him or her to sleep. I have not found the answer. But I have learned a lot about motherhood.
I have just adopted Charlie. He was my Mum's cat until she passed away. Charlie likes to groom himself. He's a gleaming, grooming licking machine.
He likes to come to me in bed and lie next to me to give himself something to lean against while he goes to work. He works vigorously and rhythmically. He keeps going for a good 30 minutes and changes position as he goes but always while leaning against my legs. When he has finished he sighs exhaustedly.
As he licks his body rocks against mine and I find this one of the most pleasurable sensations. It is so relaxing. I am definitely a cat person..
Anyway, before long my eyes close and I just enjoy the feeling of him rocking against me and I gradually become sleepy in the most blissfully reassuring way.
It is the same process that makes us sleepy on trains or when sitting through dull speeches, I am sure, but this is so much better. Sleep inducing massage is also probably based on the same or similar principles.
In fact, now I think of it, perhaps Charlie is massaging me to sleep. I can't find out why that works either. But I don't mind. The science behind it doesn't matter. It is enough to simply enjoy it.
I comb him and he purrs. He rocks me and I snore. That is symbiotic.
Here he is eating while lying down (sort of) as it is too tiring to take the weight on one front leg when leaning forward to eat.
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