On my bed, Beth's cat, Loki, has a little purple pillow right next to the one I use. It's his favorite place to sleep, and he does so right next to me pretty much every night.
I was on the verge of drifting off to sleep last night when I felt a little touch on my wrist. Loki was there on his pillow, with his eyes shut, one paw extended gently to rest on my arm. This is typical. Like me, he feels the need to touch and be in contact with the people he loves. Like me, he feels the need to be connected to others.
As I write this blog, he has just crawled into my lap. I think he's lonely. Except for me, the people most important to him all have people more important to them. The days are all the same now in the lonely little apartment.
This blog isn't really about Loki.