Yesterday one of the “memories” that popped up on Facebook was from two years ago when I was trying to get a picture of Cat. I couldn’t get close to her. We’ve come so far.
In the mornings, she’s so “needy”. I can sit and pet her and she never gets enough. When I get up to walk off, she will get in front of me and try to block me and when she realizes I’m getting around her, she reaches out with her paw/claw and tries to grab my leg. Want to know how many cat claw marks are on my ankles? She rarely draws blood but I have to come in and clean my ankles with alcohol and put antibiotic ointment on the scratches because who knows what’s on those claws. I guess . . not only do I have to wear leather boots in the garden but I need to wear them when going out to feed Cat.
Last night when I went to shut the shop for the night, she was on top of my car. She was right at the back and her back leg was hanging down between the spoiler and the back glass. She saw me, I talked to her. I reached up and rubbed her back leg, knowing she couldn’t scratch or bite me (I never walk up to her . . I let her come to me). When I touched her leg, that cat jumped about a foot . . straight up, and jumped off the car and ran. Really, Cat? It was me . . you love me in the morning and I scare you to death in the evening?