Chloe decided to perch on my shoulder last night. It’s not unusual for her to be sprawled across my chest, blocking the view of my book or tablet. She’s pushy like that. Why she decided to try this I don’t know, but she stayed there for a good 15 minutes.

When she came to us 18 years ago, she was partially feral and didn’t like to be handled. (I know, she looks like a kitten. We get that a lot. She’s not; she’s a cranky old lady.) Over the years, she’s developed enough trust for, well, this. At least I was able to keep reading.