Girl
Oh, how we love our basement cat. Although she’s still a scaredy-cat, she certainly makes it known when she wants a little lovin’. She’s not quite ready to jump on our laps, but she’ll come right up next to us, as long as we’re sitting still, with no TV on, and soak up all the attention we’ll give her. She rolls onto her back, showing us her belly like she’s finally relaxing a bit, but if either Tim or I makes a sudden movement, she’s still quick to run for cover. I’m not sure what her aversion to the television is, but she wants no part of being in any room where one might be on. She is a fan of music, though, especially the yacht rock station. Christopher Cross and other mellow tunes seem to be her thing… embracing the ’70s vibe right along with me. She really is a beautiful cat, with super-soft fur and the sweetest disposition. Now if she could just fully relax and realize she’s safe. Although I’m patient with her, I’ll admit I’m anxious to see how far she comes over the next yea...
