Nose whistling, you know, that

Nose
whistling, you know, that high pitched sound that comes out of a nose when
"something" is blocking it, or when it is dry or stuffy? Yesterday afternoon I
decided a power nap was in order. After reading a few pages of sheer superficial
bliss, I rolled over into a comfy position and drifted off. After what seemed
like an hour, I became aware of a cat mewing, like a kitten really. I was in
that sub-state of consciousness, i.e. eyes closed, body limp, but aware of
sounds around me. The closer I listened, the more the evidence mounted that one
of the girls had brought in Sam or Isabel, our two cats (a Blue Mackerel Tabby
and a Norwegian Forest). I love my animals, but can only stand them to be on the
tile for about 10 minutes. Then out they must go. I will meet them for affection
in the outside environment, not allow it to take place in my house where they
leave lovely dander for our nasal irritation. So, I reluctantly opened my eyes
and peered around. The mewing stopped and I heard a door close. Good girls, I
thought. Returning to my bed and reuniting with my lovely pillow and quilt, I
lay down again. Later last night, I finished my trade paperback (gasp! I know, I
know, not typical for me, but very necessary for the pocketbook this month) and
turned out my light. I lay there for a few minutes. I love to let my eyes adjust
to the dark and look around or stare at the soft light coming in through the
blinds and think for a moment or two. There it was again, that mewing! What can
it be? It sounds so close, like it's right...next...to....lovely. Nose
whistling.