When I’m tacking my quilts, I hang them from a beam in the middle of my studio. And Fate, at one point or another, does this thing where she pushes under the quilt, which drapes over her back and puts her face in mine, looking for a little affection. I’m usually sitting on the floor when she does this.
I snuggle with her a little then tell her to “get off” and I go back to work.
Those moments with Fate are sweet. I think she needs them as much as I do.