As He reached again with the brush, the feline took the initiative by gently nudging his cheek forward into the massaging bristles,
his eyes squinted, almost smiling, in absolute pleasure. This action
was repeated, again and again and with greater enthusiasm, on his
cheeks and side of head, his purring getting louder and more pronounced. Simon lost himself in those blissful bristle strokes.
As they slowly slid across his cheeks, the bristles caused his facial muscles to slightly contract and by extension his whiskers to
adoringly move forward.
Smiling wide, God once more observed His little feline friend’s
endearing exultant response and knew the sensations felt quite right,
with Simon continuing to move each well-whiskered cheek this way
and that way to receive the most satisfying full brush stroke effect.
Simon was exhilarated by the bristles sliding along his furred
skin. And it wasn’t only on his cheeks; he also experienced ecstasy
when groomed on his back and sides, about the ears, under his chin
and down along the curve of his neck, and more. It seemed every part
of him—even his tail!—loved that grooming brush in motion. It was
heavenly, and he felt he couldn’t have cherished any other sensation
more than he did those brought about by the bristles. So much so, in
fact, that even a hint of drool became noticeable at the corner of his
seemingly smiling mouth.
Somewhat grinning, God
glanced at His cat to ask (though
rhetorically, of course, for He knew
the brush had performed its magic
exceedingly well), “What do you
think of my grooming creation, Simon?”
In turn, he, again laying on
his side, eyelids almost closed with
every part of him so relaxed, lifted his head slightly, just enough to
make sideways eye contact with his Maker and let his thoughts be unmistakably known: “Those brush bristles are truly a blessing … Yes,
my most hospitable host, Your creation is good—very good … Let’s
do this thing every day, shall we? … Oh, and please feel free to now
create that universe you also talked about.”