There’s a couple of things I liked in Margaret Atwood’s dystopian novels. The blue people with the big penises being one. Not for their penises alone, but because they were healers by “purring on people.”
Luna spent many an hour purring on me in the 18 months of surgery and rehab, lying in the crook of my arm as I was meditating, relaxing, resting, reading and sleeping. Here she is in the chair next to the bed. Alice our spaniel/beagle cross (Speigel) was usually nearby, and subbed in for Luna when she took a break. 
