Last night, after eating one of the best cheeseburgers of my life (probably because I can’t actually remember the last time I had eaten a cheeseburger), I curled up on the couch with a good book, but only managed to make it through a few chapters before Kai decided it was time for petting and head scratches. Since I couldn’t very well read with him standing on my stomach directly between me and the book, I put it aside, and proceeded to have a long, pleasant cuddle with a very happy cat sleeping peacefully in that perfectly-cat-sized space between my chin and my knees. For those moments, nothing else mattered, and if I could find a way to make every moment feel that good, I would never have to worry about sadness or pain again.