As any of my kids could tell you I am not Good With The Sick, especially when the sickness involves a seemingly constant honking cough. So when P came down with some kind of swamp fever that we think he picked up on the train coming home from New Orleans last week, I gritted my teeth and tried to refrain from heaping advice on the patient, very difficult because I do know best! This afternoon, a gray and gloomy afternoon after a gray and gloomy morning, Jesse walked up to P where he was languishing loudly in the kitchen easy chair. He stood looking at him for a few minutes then grabbed a quick bite to eat.
He walked back over, cocked his head, and then climbed up into P's lap.
It took him a little squirming around to get perfectly situated, but after a few minutes he began to purr,
and P said the vibration from the purring felt really good on his chest. The two of them sat like that for a long time, and oddly enough P didn't cough at all while he was holding Jesse.