warning: this entry is about my cat.
Seriously, turn back now. Those of you who want something more interesting to read can read my thoughts on Twilight and cultural messages.
Hypatia, right now, is laying on the end of my bed, sprawled out and asleep. If I nudge her with my foot, she will get annoyed, but she will quickly go right back to sleep.
Remembering how shy and skittish she was when we first got her, I'm amazed at the transformation. It used to be that any small disturbance of her resting/sleeping place would send her running from the room every time. Now, she's become one of those intractable sack-of-potatoes pets that really, really doesn't want to move and will meow at you grumpily if you try. Like my parents' dog.
I'm so proud of this. It means she trusts us, that we're not going to do anything bad when we disturb her sleep, we probably just want to pet her or we need our legs for something. I've even accidentally rolled over on her in my sleep and she STILL STAYS IN THE BED.
When the Kitten Lady came over last week I expected Hypatia to hide, but she actually came out and walked over to the lady. She stayed just out of touching range, but she was curious instead of shy/scared. It reminded me of the first day I saw her--she just strutted into the apartment, all "What is this place? Does it have food?" I think she was too hungry to be nervous at the time.
I realize I'm one of those people who dotes on their cat like it's their kid, cheering at every milestone, but I don't think that's such a weird thing. I'm partially responsible for her well-being, and I feel proud and happy when I know I've succeeded. Plus, you know, I like her more than I like most people.
Anyway I'd better stop gushing over her because she is doing the Bored Cat Meow and I should find something to entertain her before she chews up the paper towel roll again.
Hypatia, right now, is laying on the end of my bed, sprawled out and asleep. If I nudge her with my foot, she will get annoyed, but she will quickly go right back to sleep.
Remembering how shy and skittish she was when we first got her, I'm amazed at the transformation. It used to be that any small disturbance of her resting/sleeping place would send her running from the room every time. Now, she's become one of those intractable sack-of-potatoes pets that really, really doesn't want to move and will meow at you grumpily if you try. Like my parents' dog.
I'm so proud of this. It means she trusts us, that we're not going to do anything bad when we disturb her sleep, we probably just want to pet her or we need our legs for something. I've even accidentally rolled over on her in my sleep and she STILL STAYS IN THE BED.
When the Kitten Lady came over last week I expected Hypatia to hide, but she actually came out and walked over to the lady. She stayed just out of touching range, but she was curious instead of shy/scared. It reminded me of the first day I saw her--she just strutted into the apartment, all "What is this place? Does it have food?" I think she was too hungry to be nervous at the time.
I realize I'm one of those people who dotes on their cat like it's their kid, cheering at every milestone, but I don't think that's such a weird thing. I'm partially responsible for her well-being, and I feel proud and happy when I know I've succeeded. Plus, you know, I like her more than I like most people.
Anyway I'd better stop gushing over her because she is doing the Bored Cat Meow and I should find something to entertain her before she chews up the paper towel roll again.