Miguel was resting his head on your stomach, his hands snaking at your chest as you two layed in bed while you were watching a movie. He wasn't really focused on the movie since he was facing the TV with his back. His hands were comfortably placed on top of your chest, his talons coming out and softly grazing your skin through the fabric of your shirt. Soon enough you realized he was making biscuits on your chest like a cat, you swear that you could even hear him purring.