2001 / october / 31
the cat (1)
Moving around from place to place, I'm currently staying in the house of a friend who's gone off to Guatamala. Though she's gone, I'm not alone: I share the apartment with her cat Sam, and it's an uneasy balancing act for the two of us.
She'd warned me: he's a bit crazy. She got him from an asylum where he was dropped off by his previous owners, who came back for him six weeks later - but the people from the asylum refused that, they suspected he'd been treated bad. So, my friend said, he can go a bit barmy at night, running up and down the rooms, crashing into walls and just going berserk. Just lock him in the hall, she said, otherwise you won't get any sleep.
Much to my amazement, I haven't needed to do that yet, but the moment might come soon. That cat is playing power games. At first, he was scared of me, and very disappointed when he'd be standing at the door, hearing the key in the lock, and then I would come in. It got better, I could play a bit with him, throwing his toy mice around the room, and he let me stroke him occasionally. By the way, reason why my friend let me take care of him (apart from me desperately looking for a place to stay of course) was that when I visited her, Sam always liked me and seemed to feel very comfortable around me, sitting on my lap, which he apparently never does with strangers. But without her, it's been a different ballgame.
So it got better, to the point where he'd come up to me frequently for a caress (and retreat immediately if I'd so much as stick my hand out towards him). ... to be continued ...
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