Yesterday was dreary and gray, and I was sorely tempted to lounge on the couch doing nothing, but I forced myself to get off my ass and clean the house. I vacuumed and mopped and laundered and dusted for hours, and when I finally sat down on the couch, both animals joined me. I had Sophie glued to my left hip and Ellie draped across my lap, and after a while I noticed something:
Ellie had reached across me and was deliberately touching Sophie's paw.
Sophie noticed after a bit and delicately moved her paw out of reach. Ellie rearranged herself just a bit, stretched a little further, and touched Sophie again. It was no accident.
This time, Sophie let Ellie keep her paw on her and went back to sleep. Ellie was being possessive, and she wanted to possess both of us. Sophie is hers too. She may be the sweetest cat I've ever had.