My cat, Boo, likes to slip under the covers in my bed when I am not in it and nap the day away in the center of my mattress. Strangely, when I am in the bed, he taps me on the chin with his paw, waits for me to lift the blanket and then goes under - sometimes. On other occasions, he just wants to make sure "it" is still there, I guess. But I digress.
Earlier this evening, he was having one of his many naps (ah, to be a cat!), so I decided to sneak under the blankets with him to see what the big deal was. We sat nose to nose; him trying to figure out who invited the human. Strangely, it was peaceful; a hidden, removed place, where the big, bad world seemed somewhere faraway. I shared this space with Boo until I got too warm, but the safeness of the spot remains etched in my mind.
Now I understand, Boo, now I understand.