Once upon a time we had a deaf cat called Kevy
I was sitting at home one day with Kevy in my lap and I was patting him with one hand and giving him a scritch with another hand. He was purring madly and fell fast asleep quickly
My mum came home from work. Normally Kevy would be lying near the door to "hear" her come in but he was purring softly and fast asleep. I hadn't stopped either patting or scritching him
Mum came over very quietly and very lightly began giving him a pat. Slowly the purring got louder and somewhere in the unconscious cat mind Kevy realised "hang on... Is that a third hand?!"
He awoke very suddenly, saw my mum, did his happiest meow at the loudest volume (deaf cats don't know how loud they are 馃槀) and the purring hit maximum. Whenever Kevy got really happy, for some unknown reason, he started drooling. This purring, drooling mess of a cat stretched the stretch of those truly at peace and settled in for the biggest, comfiest sleep of his little life
In all my life, I've never seen any creature so completely content. Mum and I watched a cat achieve true inner peace and it was glorious