I’ve had that saying ("careful what you wish for") echoing in my head for a couple of days now. For the past three years I have been griping about how my cats don’t love me. Tolerate me – yes, depend on me for food and shelter – yes, show me affection – a big no. That last one is an exaggeration, they really do show affection in their own emotionally stunted way. It’s not that they have been mistreated, I’ve had them since they were born so I know for sure, it just that they are borderline ferals born to a genuine feral mother and they have an instinctive wariness of people (some might say that’s a smart thing).
So after years of being a big grumblebum and lamenting the fact that I don’t get no lovin’, you’d think I’d be happy to finally get an affectionate cat. Well the truth is, I need my space. Ever since we got back here she has been attached to me. I don’t mean attached in an emotional way, I mean attached in a physical way. She must be some kind of mutant, because I swear she has velcro instead of cat fur.
And being so light (and I’m talking really light, she’s only a couple of kilos), you hardly notice that she has attached herself until you get up to get a drink, that’s when you realise you’re wearing a feline feather boa. It would be ok if she jumped ship when you got up, but she doesn’t! You can go and make a cup of coffee and she’s still connected when you get back to the sofa. And blogging has become even more difficult for the hunt and peck typist that I am when I can’t see the keys because of a cat wrapped around my neck, at least with Chewie all I had to do was push him off the keyboard (btw, my lack of typing skills is also why I leave short comments).
Oh, and I thought she was such a sedate little thing, ha! That was only until she felt comfortable, it now turns out that she never learned to walk, she skipped straight to mad dash (even if she’s only going a few feet). The other guys are adjusting to life with her in the house, and there have been no major hassles so far.
One last thing, see that window ledge she’s sitting on? That’s in the bathroom and is about level with my chin and she gets there from a standing jump, no run up , no jumping on the sink first. She’s a lot of fun.