Saturday: we enjoy the morning cartoons on Me-TV, I do laundry, there's some kind of a cooking project (pork roast with vegetables again, and why not?) and today, the third Saturday of the month, one of the writer's groups meets on Zoom.
Not the worst way to spend the day. I helped with my ailing friend's cats, too. A couple of them have decided I'm really a pal. They follow me around, chirruping and meowing and getting attention. Pretty flattering! One is a tall, young mostly-black tomcat, full of mischief. He was one of the first to make up to me back when all this started. The other one his opposite in many ways, for all their coats are alike. He's an older tom, small, one-eyed, wary. When I first start feeding the cats, he would lurk behind the washer and dryer, peering at me from safety. It was months before he'd come out when I was around and even then, he was careful to have something to duck into, under or behind. He'd watch my activities with interest -- as long as I didn't make a point of noticing him. If I said anything to him or even looked at him too directly, he was off to cover.
He slowly got closer and closer, especially at feeding time. One day, he smoothed on my ankles. Pretty soon, he was raring up to get petted and making the most amazing rusty-hinge sounds of pleasure as he got attention.
Maybe it's a small thing, but I'm happy he decided to trust me.
Update
3 days ago
2 comments:
You know that you've "made the grade" when the cats make up to you. Well done!
"or even looked at him too directly, he was off to cover."
It took many weeks, in my case. I fell in love with the little furball. He was was returned to his no-longer-incarcerated-abuser while I was gone. Pardon me while I get a tissue... Thank you for letting us know there are kitty-kind folks still out there.
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