And gradually my nightmares, which regularly tormented me from early childhood, went into the past.
Thank you, Pound, soft you grass and full of meat there behind the rainbow.

And my first cat healed me from an elderly (sic!) childhood insomnia. Before him I was afraid that I would not fall asleep, from this I wept all night. Naturally I did not sleep.
And the whirling piece under the blanket at every turn reminded me of myself in a simple way: I turned myself and stood with straight hard legs right into my stomach. Every time I turned my cat with a soft back. As a result, I learned to turn quickly.