Monday, February 6, 2017
We have a cat here named Toby; he's about 7. He came to us 5 years ago, with his bonded buddy Sammy. After Sammy disappeared Toby made tentative friends with our remaining cats but has always been numbingly frightened of humans, of hands raised (oh my god he's gonna throw something at me), or sudden moves. When you entered a room, he would hurl himself out the door to escape. When he needed to go out or pass through the room you were in he would whiz through like greased lightning.
Since Charlie came, two years ago, Toby has settled down. he accepts us as tolerable, which means if we enter a room, he opens one eye to make sure we aren't carrying anything, and then more or less goes to sleep. He no longer gives us that deer-in-the-headlights stare. Charlie has colonized the bed and that seems to have given Toby permission to do the same. Sometimes he will actually brave the fact of Sleeping Humans to sleep there; we pretend not to notice. Or move.
When I brush Charlie, now, Toby will show up too, not so much to be brushed, but for a very fleeting scratch between his shoulder blades. Slowly, slowly, he's being assimilated.
But I have one wish, before one of us dies, and that is to have him jump up into my lap, turn around a few times, and curl up for a nap. Not planning on it, you understand. Just somewhere near the top of my bucket list.
Posted by mittens at 11:36 AM