Our somewhat-feral cat Sleeves is a great mystery. Sometimes it seems like he can't see a thing, which is deeply distressing for all parties involved. He stands sobbing in our kitchen, apparently terrified because he can't find his brother Cardigan, and all the while Cardigan is standing right next to him. I'd accept the theory that blue-eyed Sleeves was blind, if I didn't regularly see him traversing the neighbors' rooftops, or (thankfully, not-so-regularly) plucking birds from the air.
When Sleeves starts panicking, Robb and I try to comfort him. The thing is, I never know what's going to set him off. I'll be petting him, and he'll be in a frenzy of bliss. And then suddenly he'll get spooked. In an instant, his world will go from Joy to Terror.
Having Cardigan around comforts Sleeve's fears. And if Sleeves can't snuggle up with a capital-C Cardigan, he can always avail himself of my current lower-case-C cardigan knitting project.
Really, what's more cozy than wrapping one's self up in a nice wooby cardigan?