You might recall the story of Liberty — the neighborhood stray cat who was considering allowing me to apply for the position of being her human, meaning I could feed her as much as I wanted to. And, yes, this time I do say “her” because — as many of you guessed — that’s what she is.
Well, our relationship has evolved quite a bit, though I still don’t really understand her. As stated in the first article, I’m a dog person and feel fairly certain I know what motivates them. Mainly, I relate to dogs; their sense of loyalty and the unabashed love they have for family. Liberty…not so much.
We have become close friends, I think. She now sleeps on my patio chair and greets me in the morning…well okay, to meow for her breakfast. Throughout the day, she comes back to see me. True, it’s for her kibble but she does in fact see me, as well. Then, at about the same time every late afternoon, she comes back to visit me again…and eat her dinner.
But, please don’t think she doesn’t feel a connection with me. At about 8pm she comes inside for a while, let’s me pet her, eats her late night snack, bathes herself (she sure does that a lot!) looks for catnip, and naps about two feet from where I’m working. Sometimes, while I’m talking baby-talk to her (disgustin’, ain’t it?), 🙂 she’ll look at me; but usually she pretends to ignore me (as IF she doesn’t like it).
One night she did…err, “tinkle” on the carpet. I’m told that meant she was marking her territory because she feels close to me. I’d prefer she not feel “that” close to me. I immediately insisted she leave and kept her out on the patio for a good 30 minutes before letting her back in, feeling secure that she learned her lessons and now respected my boundaries. Little son of a gun did it again!
I’ve gotta’ say that what I enjoy the most is watching this creature that just a few months ago was terrified of anything human, now sleeping soundly right near me without a care in the world, totally secure that she has a human friend who would never hurt her. It’s really awesome.
We (Christine from the local Humane Society and I) did determine that she is spayed so trapping her is no longer an issue. Good thing because — truth be told — I’m a wimp and didn’t have the heart for it. Yes, I’d like to get her to a vet to get checked but, she really is an independent soul and doesn’t seem any more excited about that idea than I was about her tinkling on my floor.
Anyway, that’s the update. She really is a good girl. And, I’m glad to have her in my life, dog-person aside.
If you’d like to see what she’s thinking, just place your cursor over her pictures. Meanwhile, admit it; she’s adorable!