The latest development in Twitchville:
She dances figure eights around my ankles shouting, “Twitchy up! Twitchy up!” So I pick her up. She presses her warm, soft body against my chest, sometimes rubs the back of her head on my neck or turns to look at me and we touch noses. All the while she purrs.
Then instinct kicks in and she starts to squirm. “Twitchy down! Twitchy down!” she shouts. So I put her down.
Moments later, she starts doing the ankle dance again.
Tokyo Tales 