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WE ALL GATHERED around the cat, which kept its eyes closed and kept purring.
“That’s interesting,” Thayu said. Her face showed that she was just about as unsure what to think of this as she was about the concept of cats in general.
I stroked the cat, digging my fingers into its white fur. All I could feel was soft skin, muscles and bones, all vibrating with the cat’s purring. I couldn’t feel anything artificial. It made me nervous. I normally didn’t mind cats, but right now I wanted to toss it out the door.
Thayu gestured to the wardrobe.
I got up from the couch still carrying the cat. It had opened one eye and looked at me balefully.
“Look,” I said, and pulled some of the clothes off their hangers to make a little nest on the floor. My father’s cat Myra loved nests of dirty laund
