I’ve probably lost all credibility when I say I’m not a cat love but I really do not like cats except I love Boots.
Here he is sitting on my lap while I’m knitting. The camera kinda surprised him. I think he’s gotten a bit calmer as he’s gotten older, or maybe I’m just being overly optimistic. It’s been at least several months since he’s bitten me hard enough to draw blood. Today, only once did he grab my needles and crunch down on the cord. I keep the ball of working yarn hidden.
He’ll sit on my lap for an hour or so, then he moves to the closest yarn tub and snoozes up there for a while but he always makes his way to one of the very deep windowsills where he looks out to see what’s happening.
We were lucky with the critters who chose to live with us, especially Boots and Rita. Cat . . that’s a bit different. She’s such a challenge . . can’t really say I love her because I can’t get close to her but I do my best to make friends with her but don’t make much progress. She’s been around for about 5 years and I’d say things with her are about as good as they’re going to get. We give her food and water. She lets Vince pet her in the mornings. She knows our routine and she gets concerned about us when we don’t do things the way she expects them to be done. She’s a funny cat but she’s just not a cat that will let us close.