Tabby, Come Home!
March 18th, 2009 by Robyn
She did. What a little wonder cat. She woke Peter up at 5 a.m. the other morning, meowing rather pitifully. He, nice cat lover that he is, woke up and fed her. She showed up again that night for more food. We tried to encourage her inside, but she would meow and pace back and forth in front of the glass doors till we let her back out.
Tonight she came, she ate, and she perched up on her favorite spot on the bed. I think she’s here to stay now.
It is a relief. She’s a beautiful cat, so placid and tolerant. And she’s a real scaredy cat, in the true sense of the word. She’s comfortable around us, but runs and hides when anyone else appears on the scene. She was a ferrel cat and still has that distrust of humans (except for us, of course.) That’s a good thing as that means she won’t traipse through the house and disturb everyone else. To the contrary, she avoids people and keeps out of their hair (and their rooms and their lives.)
Anyhow, all’s well that ends well.
Oh… You should’ve heard Nike the night she was alone, here… Yelping every hour or so, wanting some attention (or to get into the house?)… Dexter seems a little disoriented, still — still hangs out around your old room, although I haven’t tried testing his loyalties, yet, to see if they’re what they used to be (he nipped me the night you weren’t here, when I went to help Christie get the light on). Prisca is doing fine, apparently… at least, everyone thinks she’s adapting okay — we (those of us not closely related to her, heh) see her flitting around, exploring and drinking water from plant pots… Well, at least the other day…