Typically narcissistic blogging.

Cat (Not) on Fire

My cat worships at the base of the heater.

“I love you,” I imagine him whispering tenderly,
Reaching a paw out to touch the tile on which
it rests,
purring only for the flame that is just—
to my relief—
out of his reach.
“I love you,” he says, “but Heater, oh beloved Heater—
can you do something about
this dry food situation?”

The heater sighs regretfully, and creaks its sad reply:
Alas, no.” 

6 responses

  1. Adoration is the only word for it, WP. Our dog has canonised the gas fire in the sitting room. As far as he is concerned it is without peer.

    February 1, 2012 at 10:54 am

    • Indeed, it makes my cat predictable, which I also appreciate. He will either be in his box (an actual box, al a Maru), or right in front of the heater. Only exception: food.

      February 2, 2012 at 12:00 pm

  2. We do not have radiative heat in our home — only forced air.

    Thus, the point source that is worshipped by my cats is, well… me. I awaken each day, when at home, to find myself completely pinned under the covers by two large balls of fur.

    February 1, 2012 at 1:56 pm

    • I used to be his radiator, especially at night, but he is no longer allowed in my room by virtue of my closet becoming his backup litterbox.

      February 2, 2012 at 12:01 pm

  3. This is an amazing love story…thank you for sharing it:)

    February 1, 2012 at 4:54 pm

    • Why, thank you. Seemed worthy of a post–they’ve been carrying on like this for years.

      February 2, 2012 at 12:01 pm

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