(Beautiful, esp. that last revelation, CU! Goodonya, Ebbie! I just did another edit with your helpful eye! Love this thread!)



The model she chose was the latest in Heat-Seekers. Invariably, it turned toward any heat source. It didn't actually glow, but one could feel the emanations of heat soaked in. It might actually heat a small domicile unit. If one ran their hand along the ridge, there was a noticeable transference of glowing warmth. It even matched their new decor: sable brown with cream and hints of azure blue. There were also dual outputs for the patented Comfort Rumble and it was guaranteed to be a True Descendant of Bast. "Come, Kitty" she said, "Let's go home."



(Inspired by Kipling the Cat curled up in a chair above our heat register.)