small moment with cat

{Inexplicable fact I would not be in possession of had I not spent a great deal of the afternoon sitting here in my apartment mate's room, watching the expanded edition of Return of the King with attendant director/screenwriter commentary in order to take my mind off of a few things (and also in order to spend time with his cat Tommi, a delightful four-legged type of person): very possibly the single most emotionally moving moment in RoTK directly owes its existence to the fact that the director's wife went with some of the actors to a karaoke bar.}

Tommi, the cat referenced above, is lying on her back on the desk next to me as I type this, occasionally opening one eye to help keep an eye on grammar, spelling, and attendant matters. To show that I appreciate the attention, I'll occasionally reach over, and lightly brush the fur of her stomach with my fingertips; her eyes open, and she emits a faint "blert" noise. On occasion, I'll rub her stomach in that particular way, and she'll go back to sleep immediately. Other times, I'll rub her stomach fur this way, which results in her wrapping her paws around my arm, dragging it close enough to her head to enable her to deliver an inhibited bite- followed, according to the protocol we've developed, by my lightly drumming my fingertips across her skull, until she starts rubbing her head against my hand, I start caressing her scalp with my fingertips... aaaaaand back to sleep she goes.

Someone's got this game rigged, and it clearly isn't me.