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.

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5 comments:

Blogger Poor Mad Peter said...

I enjoy the power, actually.

--Moby

18:39  
Blogger BlueLight said...

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.

07:41  
Blogger zhoen said...

PMP, of course he does, and welcome to it, as he is a benign tyrant.

Bluelight, agreed. I am fond of all the critters.

20:23  
Blogger leslee said...

Ingrid reminds us that *she* is in fact the most important. Period. But then, maybe she is part cat.

05:26  
Blogger SarahJane said...

(o)

02:05  

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