I'm lying on the bed, reading the group from my handhelp, when Little
Feet jumps up on the bed.

He looks over at me to see what I'm doing, and rubs his face against
my right hand. Of course, I stop reading to pet him and give him
skritches. Then I go back to reading.

Well, he decides he wants on the side of the bed opposite my right
side. So he stomps across my chest and stomache, with his claws out,
and jumps off the bed.

I tell him "Yeah, I see how you are. You stomp across me, and use your
claws for traction."

Once again, I go back to reading (am I devoted to this group, or
what?).

A few minutes later, Little Feet jumps up on the left side of the bed,
and starts to jump up on me to cross to the right side. But he stops,
deliberates a second, and very gently and deliberately puts his paws
on me, and softly crosses my chest.

I told him what a sweet and gentle cat he is, and how considerate he
is, as he curled up under my right arm to take a nap.

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark