This morning I woke up to a familiar heavy thump. I peeked from under the covers to find Sid sitting between M and me on the bed. Sid doesn’t really jump like any other cat I’ve had. He is able to launch himself vertically from the floor and land squarely in the middle of wherever he wants to go, no matter the height or distance. I first discovered his talent when I was making chicken salad on the kitchen counter. One second he was standing near my right foot. The next second he was on the counter, his nose one inch from the chicken I was cutting. I felt a whoosh of air, but my brain didn’t even have time to process that he had jumped. It was like a scene in a movie, cut from one scene to the next.
This morning Sid jumped vertically and hurdled over M, landing squarely between the two of us, just lower than my face. I reached over to pet him, which he tolerated for awhile. When I stopped, he looked at me quizzically, then jammed his furry, grapefruit-sized head under my arm, directly in my armpit. I guess it must have smelled “nice” (note to self to take an early shower!). I tried to stifle a laugh, so as not to wake M, but his nose was ice cold and it tickled, a lot. I pried his head from under my armpit. He looked at me with a sideways head tilt, then quickly leaned his long torso over my unsuspecting body and shoved his head into my other armpit! He’s nothing if not focused….