he only weighs seven pounds, but the mass of his purr lifts my mood no
matter how heavy the burdens of the day's trials resting on my back like
barnacles, harsh and sticky and old. small and soft and sweet, he greets
me with his tail in the air and a meow on his little orange lips. his whiskers
the measure of happiness. he shares that happiness in his own little ways;
nestling onto your lap for a tv show and purring so loud, you have to turn the
volume up to 46. he fits just perfectly, lightening the world.