Paws for thought

You can tell it's raining, again, as here's another Whisky blip. Yesterday was the tail, today we have a paw. Whisky likes to keep at least one paw on the person nearest him if he's sitting or lying down. It must be a comfort thing. However, at 7am, the pressure of the paw increases then, tentatively, the claws come out. I've woken up to having my hair brushed by this paw a few times. He doesn't deal with knots very patiently. I won't be advertising the cat-claw brush - it has a mind of its own.