"Fin? Is that you purring over there on the floor?" Mom asked last night as she looked over the edge of our bed.
"PUUUURRRR!" I confirmed (Really who else did she think it would be?).
"Wow that's super loud!" I guess it was loud enough to wake her. She discovered my secret spot for rumbly purrs, because sometimes my friends need healing purrs, and it turns out the edge of the TV stand has perfect acoustics to send them far and wide.
"You feeling happy over there sweetie-pie?"
"PURRRRR!" I was thinking about all the things that make me happy (Mom, Daddy's feeling better, the publisher said my book is "on the right track," my parents are employed, I have my home and my friends). I even had my precious Mousey at my paw to bring on the big purrs.
"What a good kitty you are, how can I help you out? Maybe some chin scratches?" Mom asked as she came over and knelt down to help out.
Yeah that's the spot Mom, this is what I call teamwork.