I am loved.
My cat is worried. I am anguishing about something. She sits in guard position, between me and the door. She knows I am sad and worried.
I crack the outside door when I am home, so she can go in and out. I clap my hands to call her. She usually comes, though occasionally she gets locked out.
Last night I left the door cracked. I was so tired I went to bed without closing it. I try not to do this because of a previous cat gift. But I am soooo tired.
My cat tickles me with her whiskers in the morning. I roll away, not ready to wake up yet. She leaves.
I am loved.
When I sit up half an hour later, I realize that she left me half a mouse. Half a mouse, on my pillow. The front half.
The better half.
For BQ 2018.