Cinder is our most reserved cat. But one evening that all changed. Or so I thought. While I reclined on our sofa, Cinder jumped next to me and laid on the recliner arm. Then she crawled closer to me and laid her head on my leg. I stopped watching television and waited. A few minutes later, my reclusive cat had curled up on my stomach, her body half buried under my robe. I smiled and felt loved.
That same week, when my husband was reading in bed, Cinder jumped next to him and laid at his feet. Then she crawled closer to him and laid her head on his arm. He closed his book and waited. A few minutes later, our reclusive cat had curled next to his side, her body half buried under the comforter. He smiled and felt loved. I cupped my hand in my chin and stared suspiciously at Cinder.
My suspicions were confirmed when I found her one morning hidden in a pile of dirty laundry. It’s not us that Cinder loves; it’s any place she can find warmth. Except that doesn’t explain why every time I let her down in the basement, she rubs her face against Andy’s sneakers. Or why she fancies my gloves. Neither of those provide her with warmth.
As I continued to observe our quirky cat, a pattern emerged. She liked our pillows. And our towels. She especially liked snuggling into our stuff, when we weren’t home. Maybe snuggling is more than a reserved cat can handle on a regular basis, but our scent is important to Cinder. We ARE loved!
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November 7, 2017 at 4:03 am
I remember my efforts to befriend Cinder on our visit. She’s a lovely cat.
November 7, 2017 at 8:41 am
The two of you have similar personalities: quiet and friendly. 🙂