He sits there, staring at me. I narrow my eyes at him, he narrows them back. Oh good! We’re off to a good footing then.
Contrary to popular belief, the narrowing of eyes is not a sign of hostility – I’ve shown him he can trust me, clearly he is reciprocating.
I slowly crawl up to him, he watches me warily. I sit on the floor at his feet. After about 5 minutes, Socrates jumps up off the couch – he’s decided he really likes me as he’s decided he wants to move our relationship forward – by trying to sit on my lap. No wait! Not my lap, what’s this? Ah ha! He’s trying to stretch himself up the entire length of my body.
NOW what? Oh, he’s inviting himself into my bedroom now. He jumps on the bed – looks like he belongs there.
Do I allow this? After all, we haven’t even been together 24 hours! But then I take it as a huge compliment – from a former street cat.
Yes, Socrates is another NineLives rescuee and is staying with me for Feb & March. Socrates was found wandering the streets of Omonia, a rough district of Athens. He’d been a house cat as he wasn’t streetwise at all and was nearly run over several times in his discombobulated state. Along comes NineLives: they rescue him, take him to a vet to be cleaned up, de-worm and inject him and then he needs a temporary home…this is where I come in.
He likes to have a LOT of affection, food, sleep, food, oh! and to sleep in the bathroom sink sometimes (this scared the living daylights out of me at 3am, when I had to go to the loo).
Keep up the good work NineLives – we love you, and I know Socrates does, for rescuing him.