Sweet moments tonight. My Mom has a power lift chair. The back top part is plush and cushioned. She sat in it, sleepy, watching an episode of Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman.

Our Beau Teak kitty boy jumped up alongside Mom then up on to the top of her recliner. He draped himself up there, washing, stretching comfortably out. He looked rather funny there, dangling by the back of Mom's permed hair. Every so often she'd reach up and stroke his soft arms. Beau is gentle. He generally does not bite or scratch humans. He lay there quietly as she touched him.

My Mom used to live with a sister of mine. That sister's husband is allergic to cats. So they took away Mom's cat. I believe that Mom is enjoying the opportunity to pet and interact with our buddy Beau. Sure made for a tranquil scene, anyway.