A Purrfect Fantasy

Most things people fantasize about have two feet. However, mine have four. Four feet and so many beans. To be picked worthy enough to have those beans pressing against my legs and stomach would be amazing. So many beans pitter patting through the halls, making the softest sounds ever. Fur as soft as silk rubbing against legs and pushing against hands. A scream so long and loud it makes it impossible not to mimic. A purr so loud it sounds like a boat. All of these make up what I presume to be the only purrfect fantasy.