A New Office Visitor
For almost a year, I’ve had regular weekly visits from Fireball, who comes in on silent paws, then stands up next to me, puts his paws on my desk, and squeaks. That’s my cue that I’m supposed to pet him, then pick him up and give him hugs and kisses.
Well, the Emperor is clearly taking tips from Fireball’s play book now.
Admittedly, both he and the Baby Comet have long come in and softly bang into my leg as they swished by under my chair. If I was lucky, I’d get to pet a head or tail, but then one or both of them would be gone.
However, after a few leg bumps, Caesar comes back and stands up next to me and asks to be petted. He’s still not that keen on being picked up. His foster mom, Kim used to say he didn’t like to have his feet off the ground and that may be part of the reason. But he seems to be tolerating being held for longer stretches of time. In fact, shocking as it was, a few months back he actually allowed me to pick him up from the couch and carry him upstairs to my bedroom when I had company coming over. I’m not sure who was more surprised that he allowed this to happen — him or me — but it was nice to be able to carry the Big Guy without sacrificing chunks of my arms to do so. He has formidable paws and claws.
Anyway, I’m taking this new behavior as yet another sign that Caesar is becoming less afraid. It’s so sad to think about what these skittish kitties must have had to endure before they were rescued. It’s a wonder they trust any human at all.
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