Massage

Moby loves this. He'll stare at me, I'll chase him, he'll flop down, winning the game, and therefore gets a massage. He purrs hard, either the whole time, or for several minutes after. If I do this slower, or more gently, he will feint a bite. Not ever really chomp down, but he is clearly irritated. This level of vigorousness causes him to rub the top of his head on the floor and half close his eyes.





I wish a giant pair of hands would come down and give me a massage like this.