Hello,
I love cats…..apparently the vibe is returned.
Many years ago, as a teen living with my Ma…we had a visitor. He was huge (20+ lbs), beautiful ash gray, with piercing blue eyes. About once a month would show up on the kitchen window sill next to the back door. Obvious he wanted in…so we let him. Now, most cats in a new environment are only interested in “exploring”. Not this guy…he was visiting…would stay 20 minutes, accepting strokes and compliments, play a little…then go to the door and ask out. Dangdest thing I ever saw! Later learned from neighbors he was a “man” about town and visited many of them…on a regular basis. Everyone had a different name for him… we later found out…his name was “KITTY”. What a sweet guy.
Next time…visiting my Bro and Sis-in-law…at their mountain cabin. She had 5 cats. One Mom, three kits and an adopted stray. Each with a completely different personality and each a delight. One serene and calm (Ma), one fat dumb and happy (Pumpkin), one a prince (the favorite and he KNEW it, the boss-man..Red Head), one enigma (the stray…Miffy), and one scardy cat (Tiger). I got along great with the first 4….the scardy cat?…well ….for three yrs I never got close. She had her own room…and panic ensued if a “stranger” showed. I figured…ok…4 out of 5 aint bad. One night…middle of the night in fact…nature called and I went to the bathroom. Left the door open…just sittin’ and thinkin’. THAT scardy cat poked her head in…and I froze. No where to go….cuz, ummmm…in the middle of things. What to do? She came in and started to do figure 8’s between my legs…actually let me touch her…dangdest thing I ever saw! Puzzled me the entire rest of the night. When I woke up I had it figured! My Sis-in-law has IBBS (itty bitty bladder syndrome) and is CONSTANTLY on the toilet. As far as that cat was concerned…if a human was on the toilet…it MUST be SUSAN!

From that moment on…we were buddies. I would go into her room…play and rub belly…knock her around some…it was great (she thought so too).
A few years later…ground floor apt…sitting on the couch watching the news…summertime and hot… so I had the door cracked. Looked up and a cat was poking his head in looking at me (me: “HI!”)…he pulled back immediately. Interesting, so I kept looking…cat poked his head in again…saw me looking (me: HI, again)…and back out. THIRD time…head in….me: “c’mon in”. Pause, pause, pause,…he came IN, and walked right up to me. Now, I’m thinking…stray cat…fleas…whatever…so I said “SIT”….”STAY”. Dang…he did! I went into the bathroom, got a towel, put it on the couch and said….”OK”….and cat jumped up. We had a very pleasant 20 min visit, he didn’t look hungry (sleek and shiney), …just visiting. Then I said…”ok, time to go”…and he did. Dangdest thing I ever saw! He never came back…I miss him.
Now in a second floor apt…heard a plaintive meowing at my door. Opened door to a scrawny, desperate critter. Must admit shame here because I knew if I fed him he would be back…and this is a no pets allowed place….closed the door. A minute later the meowing was at the end of the balcony, overlooked by my living room window. I looked out…he was looking right at me…heart melted and I said….”oooooohkayyyyy, see you at the door”. Opened a can of tuna, plated, and opened the door…there he was! Put it down and opened door a few minutes later. Cat gone….plate cleaner than it has ever been…dangdest thing I ever saw! He never came back…I woulda fed him again…sigh.
Anyway…dang!
Best,
Jon