[Kiki is the formerly stray cat.]
So this morning I had a meeting and after the meeting I went to Walmart. I bought some chicken and cole slaw at the deli. When I got home, I carried in some of the Walmart bags and went into my bedroom to change clothes. I could see Kiki in the driveway eating something. But she is good at catching stuff and I didn't think too much about it.
Which means that by the time I moseyed back out there, Kiki was on her second piece of the chicken that was supposed to be my lunch. Not only was she eating my chicken, she even growled at me as I approached.
I was really surprised that she had jumped through the open front door of my car, gone into the back seat, got into the plastic bag, ripped open the paper sack, and reached in and helped herself. Surprised, because for two years before I began feeding her (ha!), she was so timid that I would catch only rare glimpses of her. She was something like an obscure little white shadow. After that it was weeks before I could touch her and several more months before I could - gingerly - pick her up.
These days, I rub her and hold her and carry her often. And she comes running when I call her and talks and purrs a lot, too. Still, Kiki proved today to have depths I did not know about. And my chicken pieces are in those depths.
So this morning I had a meeting and after the meeting I went to Walmart. I bought some chicken and cole slaw at the deli. When I got home, I carried in some of the Walmart bags and went into my bedroom to change clothes. I could see Kiki in the driveway eating something. But she is good at catching stuff and I didn't think too much about it.
Which means that by the time I moseyed back out there, Kiki was on her second piece of the chicken that was supposed to be my lunch. Not only was she eating my chicken, she even growled at me as I approached.
I was really surprised that she had jumped through the open front door of my car, gone into the back seat, got into the plastic bag, ripped open the paper sack, and reached in and helped herself. Surprised, because for two years before I began feeding her (ha!), she was so timid that I would catch only rare glimpses of her. She was something like an obscure little white shadow. After that it was weeks before I could touch her and several more months before I could - gingerly - pick her up.
These days, I rub her and hold her and carry her often. And she comes running when I call her and talks and purrs a lot, too. Still, Kiki proved today to have depths I did not know about. And my chicken pieces are in those depths.
