I kept hearing a strange sound but when I looked around in an attempt to localize and identify source and cause the sound would cease. Finally a particularly prolonged instance of the sound directed my attention to the fireplace behind me.
There up on the mantle reposed a large black cat.
Asleep.
And snoring.
‘Tis the very same large black cat that assists me in my daily efforts to resemble a human. His specialty is assisted shaving.
Which he accomplishes by headbutting the elbow.
Of the arm.
Containing the hand.
That holds the razor..
It is a very precise, um, form of guidance.
Shannon snores, too.