Kiki was finally let back into the bedroom this morning. During previous visits, she had crawled up inside the box spring and stayed there for days. After that, the door was carefully kept closed.
Since the last time she snuck her way into the bedroom and camped out in the boxspring, I had covered the torn fabric on the bottom of the box spring with a fitted sheet. The door was still kept closed until I figured out what to do next.
This morning, I left the door open while I worked on the wardrobe changeover. I wanted to see what would happen. As I packed the last of the summer clothes into storage bags to make room for the winter sweaters, Kiki slinked in like a shadow. I said hello. She froze in the middle of the rug. I resumed packing summer tee shirts as she silently continued her trek to under the bed. It wasn’t long before she emerged from the far side, padded silently around the bed, and walked out the door.
When I was done and went back downstairs, she ignored me. She turned her back to me as she sat under the dining room table. Or maybe it was a coincidence and she just decided to look out the patio slider through a space in the curtains and I’m just paranoid.It wasn’t long before Kiki walked over to me to be petted and we were back on our usual terms. She asks me for affection and I give it. I ask her for affection and she walks away. She pauses and poses too far away for me to pet her and I try to get a better photo than the previous 10,000 slightly out of focus and downright terrible previous ones. And just like that, everything is back to normal.
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