We watched an interesting YouTube clip about the seven stages about cat acceptance of humans. When Ray and I had cats, this would have been a load of nonsense with our cared for cats, fed and watered, given medical care if needed, and affection on demand. Having a house bound cat who was a pregnant stray is a very different kettle of fish.
The first big step came when Jass would sit on Kosov's lap where he would give her a paste treat and then brush her fur.
Then came the time when Jass stopped running away from the at times screeching Phyllis. He could pick her up and hold her for short time, bribed with treats.
Then one night she slept on my bed next to my thighs, and then it happened most nights, but not for all of my sleep. Instead of walking down the bed to get off, she would walk over me to get off the bed, and wake me.
As is my wont, I was lying on my bed this afternoon, about to watch something on my tablet when Jass came and lay across my legs. This was a first. After a couple of minutes, Kosov got out of his bed after a day sleep after not getting home from work until 7.30am, and Jass jumped up to go to greet him. I think we might be at about stage five of the seven of cat acceptance levels.
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I miss having cats around the house.
ReplyDeleteThey take their time making sure you're worth the effort, and it looks like y'all are.
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