I am roused from sleep by a deep rumbling.  An inquisitive and very cold nose pokes the crannies of my face, “Are you awake?” it purrs.  Poke, poke.  I am now.
“Hi Hooter.  How’s my boy?” I mumble, reaching out to stroke the soft black fur and to gently remove a probing paw from my ear. 
He has the good sense to keep his claws retracted.  Hooter ( Read more... )