Bittersweet Nothings

Y'know, I haven't mentioned in this forum the most amazing development since our return from the week at the beach: Miss Pussis, formerly of the look-at-me-and-I-will-flee school of emotional detachment, the not-so-finicky-as-Morris eater but decidedly aloof in her interspecies relationships, the cat whose personal slogan is 'Just Feed Me and Let It Go At That, Willya?!?'... has become almost 'friendly' after her week of forced solitude. Can you believe it?!?

The report from the friend of a friend who looked in on her during our absence was that she effectively hid herself somewhere in the house all week long or at least when her food and water was being filled and litter box tended.

But, boy, when we opened the front door upon coming home... she bolted out of hiding, came right up... and meowed! That's right, the original silent feline film star mewled like a baby and actually swirled underfoot looking for attention! What a striking development!

She spent the first week the same way, sticking close to feet, jumping up to be petted and scruffed and just made a real fussy show of being glad to see us. What's more, since then she has actually shown a desire to cross over the formerly fear fraught threshold of... the bedroom! Yeah, she'll complacently allow herself to be carried in at night, placed in her spot at the foot of the bed and will willingly stay put for most of the night. Until restlessness or hunger wakes her up in the wee hours and she lets herself out, scratches the door open and heads for the food bowl.

She still likes her chair to herself all day long and is not really keen on being held and petted while TV watching or anything 'human' like that but, all in all, a definite turnabout in her demeanor. Like night and day.

I mean, we know she's the same cat... but it's like she's a different cat!

Although she's still no dog...

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