I am so lucky to have the honor of being a person to two lovely fuzzballs, Professor Macgonagall and Matilda. I am lucky because after conversing over coffee with my dad and mom about my little pookies, I realized that the responsibility of being a cat's human comes with many graces. One of which is the privilege of seeing quirks in a cat's personality that no other human can ever discover.
For example, Professor Macgonagall can be a real "touch me not" as my dad calls her. She is moody and whiney; nevertheless, after intensive sessions of quality time, she becomes an affectionate companion, practically invading my personal space, audibly begging to have attention lavished upon her, and I, her humble servant, indulge her every whim. But in so doing, I am awarded the pleasure of a head butt or two, which is a signal of affection she shows no other.
Then, there is Matilda, my fraidy cat. This poor baby was a stray, and her traumatic life on the streets has made her anxious and fearful of any strangers, and sadly, she still considers my parents as such. But when I am alone with her, she squeaks a little greeting, sniffs the air at my nose, and even grooms my scalp with her teeth...it is so tender and loving!So, yes, these creatures are peculiarly endearing, and I am thankful to have them as my companions, friends and comfort!
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