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.