Moments ago, as I sat here in my home office working on the manuscript of a novel, I paused to think at the same time that the music on my iTunes list reached a brief silence between tracks.

In that moment of quiet, I heard a soft and quasi-asthmatic wisp of noise, as one might hear from a sleeping person with a little bit of congestion.

I turned to seek the source of the sound, and I realized that it’s my sweet old cat Ripley, asleep on the guest bed next to my desk.

My cat is snoring.

Even when she’s asleep she’s impossibly cute.