I am not crazy. I know that this monkey is just a bunch of fabric and plastic and does not have any capacity to feel sad at being abandoned on a street. And I know that the empathy swelling in my chest when I first saw it was generated by psychological mechanisms in my brain that create a sometimes irrational anthropomorphic response. I know this. I know this on a professional level, for crying out loud. And yet, I still treated that little hunk of fabric and plastic tenderly. So what is going on here?