*Mike gently stroked his mane.*
Meemya flinched a little, but the hand reminded him of Maud’s paw, and he relaxed, purring.
*Mike giggled and hugged him.*
Meemya kept purring, wagging his tail.
*Mike climbed up on his back, continuing to stroke him.*
Meemya plopped down on his belly, purring and wagging his tail more.