Being a cat valet has its perks sometimes.
Like Oscar arriving in the bedroom just about every morning of late, not too soon to disturb my rest, and hopping up on the bed to rest his head and shoulders on my shoulder. What follows is me giving a gentle rub of his ears and chin, which triggers the official morning Oscar purr.
He's gently letting me know it's time to wake up without being intrusive (he won't lay down without my shoulder in position), and I'm letting him know his presence is appreciated. And yes, implied is that his loving valets will feed him ... but no rush.
Purr.
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