Or so it seems. This is as close to utter happiness as you get in this vale of tears - a completely blissed out cat in the middle of a belly rub.
Unfortunately, this can only happen in the floor, so down to the carpet I go, to rub and pet her (substantial) tummy as long as she want it. I'm told that she's had enough by a nip on the hand, after which she stalks off like she's insulted. I guess we're done. You're welcome?