Melts in Your Hand

Today, I came home and felt kind of blah. I needed some cheering up. I went straight for my dog, Kip. We started playing in the back when I noticed he needed to be brushed... which he hates. While I was brushing Kip, our cats started hovering waiting in anticipation for their turn. So, I moved my attention to focus on brushing the cats. One by one they got their pleasure and the purrs were loud. I saw one of the cats, we have four, just hanging out without a care. I picked her up and immediately she tried to get away. I placed the first stroke of the brush, still trying to get away. The second stroke, she's running in air. Then, on the third stroke, she melted in my hand as if she was chocolate. She did not move an inch just hung there purring with each stroke.