She’s been doing it ever since she was a baby: cuddles.
Unfortunately, I don’t have any photos of her cuddling because, well, because she usually cuddling the photographer (me) in the wee hours of the morning. It’s like a routine with her.
Early every morning — sometimes as early as 4am but other times later — Livvy scampers onto my side of the bed, seeking to get close to my face. If I have a pillow over my head (I do that to block out light and noise sometimes), she noses her way under the pillow to press her cold, wet nose onto my cheek or nose. If I am not already awake, that usually does it.
She worms her way under the blanket (if it’s winter) or on top of the blanket (if it’s summer) in search of my hair. I don’t know what it is about her and hair, but she loves hair! The longer and darker, the better.
Once she’s face first into my hair, she “kneads” it with her front paws. I read somewhere that this is called “smurgling.” I don’t know if that’s really the word, but it’s comical enough for the family to have become attached to it. So now when Livvy starts her kneading, we call it smurgling.
Sometimes her very sharp claws snag my tender skin- ouch! She doesn’t seem to realize it. It’s like she’s in this other world. Her eyes are glazed, half shut, she drools a little, and kneads with her paws. She rarely purrs when she does this. And she does it just about every morning. My husband thinks Livvy smurgles because she was taken from her mother when she was too young (only a few weeks). Since I was so affectionate to her, she adopted me as her mom.
She’s such a sweet, affectionate kitty. She doesn’t like to be held or carried. She won’t sit on laps, she’d rather sit on a towel instead (none of my cats have ever been lap cats!). But she likes to plant herself under my neck like in the first photo above. My guess it’s because it’s warmer there, and she can hear my little cooings to her.
I love my Livvy.