Tales of murder, rampage, victory and love spray across from the television and illuminate the room as the cat walks in. It glides through the floor and onto Maya’s bare ankles smoothly as if it was the continuation of the same terrain. Maya folds her legs cross-legged, in reflex action. The cat nestles into the boat formed by her legs and opens its eyes to a half-lid glassy eye to meet Maya’s that are filled with the warmth of seeing a favourite friend after a long time. As Maya scruffs the cat’s neck and muzzles her nose fondly against the furry skin , the cat shrugs its shoulders quietly and looks distantly into the horizon beyond, to indicate that this act of intimacy doesn’t necessarily mean that her love would be requited. Maya purrs contentedly for both of them. Ah, the foolish solitude of cat lovers.