Soothe

It's one of those fake electric fires, nicer than a
space heater. With some coaxing, now a hit with Moby,
the Mobe-ster, Mobi-san, Mobius. There is an ease to watching
a cat relax. A comfort to purring. Friendship in their
presence. We both like that Moby seems to have a
life of his own, that he lives in our presence.
We joke that he only wants us for food, and
occasionally, play. But he reminds us, as a dog would
not, that we are not the most important species. We
are, however, worthy of his time and attention, healing, affection.
Labels: 100, Moby-Photos




5 comments:
I enjoy the power, actually.
--Moby
Ahh...that is the wonderful thing about cats. I am a previous cat owner turned dog owner. I miss the kitties. Both species hold incredible secrets, rewards.
PMP, of course he does, and welcome to it, as he is a benign tyrant.
Bluelight, agreed. I am fond of all the critters.
Ingrid reminds us that *she* is in fact the most important. Period. But then, maybe she is part cat.
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