Chapter 5. Claws for Concern

SAWDUST

Sawdust could tell that Whitney had been distressed earlier. He could sense the tension by her rigid posture. He could smell her emotions, too. The pheromones said it all. Something had her anxious.

He'd done his best to relieve her anxiety by kneading his paws on her skin. It's what he'd done as a kitten to help his mother relax and release more milk, and it's what instinct told him to do now to calm both himself and his human. It worked. Whitney had closed her computer and was cuddling him in her arms, scratching under his chin. He looked up at her and stretched his face up to swipe at her cheek with his tongue.

She smiled down at him. "Thanks for the kiss, sweet boy."

Being held in her warm arms was pure bliss. His purr activated on its own accord as he closed his eyes. Aaaaaah…