We have contact...sort of
Oct. 15th, 2014 10:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
justalurkrRodney and Sammi have been maintaining a minimum safe distance between width-of-apartment and about two feet since she got home last Saturday. All of that changed this morning! At least for a few seconds.
Sammi isn't a lap cat. She lolls around, looking expectant, then strops herself against my legs non-stop when I stand up and, unfortunately for my balance, when I walk around. I can pick her up and sling her over my shoulder like a baby and pet her all I want, but sitting down? Nope nope nope. She's off again, parked somewhere nearby and waiting for my next walkabout.
She was on the floor on the other side of the end table, thinking about life, the universe and everything, when Rodney arose from my lap (see? no room for a stoopin new girlcat there anyway) and sat on the end table to survey the living room domain. He spied Sammi beneath his feet and waited until she was looking the other way to drop with panther-like grace beside her and steal and ear sniff before she turned around and stared as only a cat can.
Rodney leaped straight up in the air about a foot and *poofed* away.
Still, no hiss! No growl! Actual contact. We have progress.
Sammi isn't a lap cat. She lolls around, looking expectant, then strops herself against my legs non-stop when I stand up and, unfortunately for my balance, when I walk around. I can pick her up and sling her over my shoulder like a baby and pet her all I want, but sitting down? Nope nope nope. She's off again, parked somewhere nearby and waiting for my next walkabout.
She was on the floor on the other side of the end table, thinking about life, the universe and everything, when Rodney arose from my lap (see? no room for a stoopin new girlcat there anyway) and sat on the end table to survey the living room domain. He spied Sammi beneath his feet and waited until she was looking the other way to drop with panther-like grace beside her and steal and ear sniff before she turned around and stared as only a cat can.
Rodney leaped straight up in the air about a foot and *poofed* away.
Still, no hiss! No growl! Actual contact. We have progress.
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Date: 2014-10-15 03:19 pm (UTC)Still, it sounds like progress.
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Date: 2014-10-15 03:58 pm (UTC)(Cat Sheppard? John Shepcat? If I get a black male while Rodney's still with me, I'm totally naming him that.)
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Date: 2014-10-15 04:12 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-10-15 11:37 pm (UTC)