Had a TV show on in which a character said cats are “light as a feather” seconds before Maestro leapt from the top of his cat tree to hit the floor with a hefty KERTHUNK. His lithe adolescent frame has been gaining more muscle lately.
He’s becoming a hefty armful, but that just means more cat to hold during his cuddlier moods. Yesterday I got two instances of unambiguous slow-blink and for a while I was immersed in the feeling that everything was going to be ok. Happy cat, happy life?