Ways to recognize my cats in the dark...

In the night, before I sleep...

Wicket stumbles as he lands. It's a thump-sound of at least three parts, then a pause for recovery. He's got a sweaty little boy smell (in a good way), and the skin around his neck bunches as he walks.

I know Kai by the thick, soft plush of his coat, and the way he lifts his head to meet my hand, and the way that he always nibbles my fingers if I offer them in just the right way. I can feel his backbone bones.

I know Meera by the lack of backbone bones. She's generously proportioned, and she's least likely to come near my face. She sits still as I rub my thumb across her nose and eyes and forehead, and purrs, purrs, purrs.