learning to be a big cat

Moth?  Can I watch you eat dinner?  Moth?  Can I sit on the table with you?

All things considered, this is going fairly well.  To be sure, Moth continues to issue perfunctory hisses when the Little Monster comes too close, and waves her paws in the direction of his ears, but that's fine: she's showing Gramsci who's boss.  Given the size differential, you might have thought that spoke for itself, but it doesn't seem to trouble him.  We are amazed at Moth's generosity, so far - nine days in to her new companion, and although she clearly thinks he's pesky, there's a good deal of tolerance.  He, of course, really really wants her as his surrogate mother, new best friend, and playmate ...