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Charley's semi-feral. With her sister, Skittles, she's been living in our house since November. I tried to catch them both to be spayed last week, but Skittles got wise and stayed away from me.
Last night I was holding Cat Court -- that consists of sitting on the toilet and petting all who come to pay homage. I am a captive audience and I usually get three or four cats who come in for scritchies.
Charley had been in the habit of coming along for scritchies, but she did it stealthily, as if she were subsuming her fear by pretending I wasn't there. It was really cute. But she never stayed for long.
Yesterday, she came in with the other cats, and when they went away, she stayed, and she let me do everything -- scratch her ears, under her chin, her neck, at the base of her tail; pet her, play with her paws, jiggle her little head -- if it weren't for her incision, I think she would've let me tickle her tummy (of course I didn't try). I must have sat on that damned commode for ten minutes. Ow. But playing with a semi-feral cat like that, for so long, was wonderful! A tremendous and unexpected treat.
This morning, she did it again! When I woke up, she was sleeping inside my left knee. I sat up slowly and began to pet her. She didn't even jump a little. Just started purring and went for my fingers with her head.
WOW! I think I may yet tame this feral child. :woohoo:
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