
My guests have occasionally caught a
glimpse of a tail as it rushed down in the basement in order to avoid being
caught by a Stranger. My brother lived
with me for 18 months and only managed to pet the least shy one a few times.
In
fact, I have been rather proud of my cats’ standoffishness as I felt it was a
sign of loyalty towards me.
Silly me.
My mother has both of them, yes, both of them, wrapped around her
ankles! They come in the house when she
calls. They come for snuggles and pets. They are verging on the impossible, they are
prepared to sleep with her, should she ever open up her door at night! When I am on the sofa watching a show, Mom is
on the loveseat. I find myself
suspiciously (dare I admit it, jealously) observing the cats stop first at her
feet before they wander over to me.
Excuse me, did I cough? Was that
what lured my faithful companions over to me?
Have I sunk so low?
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