Patience pays off
It sure looks like our basement cat has bonded with Tim... even though I'm the one who feeds her every day, cleans her litter box, and has spent months urging Tim to be patient! Isn't that always the way? Don't get me wrong, she likes me just fine, but she seems to know that Tim has the patience to sit quietly and gently pet her, while I tend to scurry from one task to the next. One of these days I'll sit still long enough, and maybe one of these days she'll decide my lap is a good place to be. It may be a long way off, but after everything she's already overcome, anything is possible. Honestly, I don't mind her taking her sweet time to relax. She's earned it. Tim is the first one home every day, and he sits so quietly that, on one occasion, a bird has actually landed on his knee while he's outside. So it's no surprise that our basement cat feels safe coming out when he's around. She knows he won't make any sudden movements (sometimes n...
