The sun was out today, and that wasn’t even the best part of the day. The day’s highlight came early, before the sun was up.
Since the terrible betrayal of Friday night when Kiki was tricked into the carrier and spirited off to the vet, where according to said
animal professionals, she SCREAMED the entire time of the blood draw, she has
been even more aloof. She spends her time behind the couch, seated between the wall
and the plastic deflector on the heat vent that guides the warm air under the
couch and into the room.
This morning, after arising in the dark, I headed downstairs
to make the coffee and do the things. Kiki was under the dining room table. She let out a little meow and
let me reach for her to pat her head. There was a minute of the morning ritual
where I reach for her, she backs away a bit, then leans her head towards me, and I do whatever gymnastics are needed to pat her head.
Pet me. But from afar. |
Then she returned to her fortress among the chair legs under
the dining room table. By the time I left for the office-office, she was back
behind the couch, safe from view. When I returned for the day, she was on the living room
chair, but fled for behind the couch when I entered the room. She stayed there
for the next several hours, while I cherished the memory of the morning’s
progress and almost-affection.
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