Sweet pain

Last night, I was sitting on the bed playing solitaire on my phone.  Bogie lay at my feet with his paw on top of my ankle.

Now, in the five months I've had him, he has only been sporadically cuddly.  He loves to stand next to me and be petted, but getting him to lay or sit next to me has been hit or miss.

So I was thrilled when he wanted to touch me as he lay next to me.

Except.

His paw pads have the texture of extra coarse sandpaper.  

And gravity being what it is, his paw was sliding down my ankle.  

Slowly.

A millimeter at a time.

Excruciatingly

Scraping against the tender skin as it wended its way downward.

I breathed a sigh of relief when his paw finally landed on the bed.

I never once considered making him move.