Sunday, November 19, 2006
I'm not a cat person. I've had them pretty much all my life, but they've been more utilitarian cats, earning their keep rather than being lap warmers. My last cat died nearly a year ago at the age of 18 and she too earned her keep once she arrived on the farm. She would proudly present a line of freshly caught mice for me in the morning with a pleased grin on her face.
After she died, I had no intention of getting another cat or dog or any inside animal. There were enough in the barn in the form of geese, ducks, chickens and horses. Then along came this feral cat - Tripod.
He's now insistent that I pay attention to him and if I don't do so quickly enough he lands on top of whatever I'm doing and makes sure I know what he wants. Today he leaped up onto the laptop and I finally had him on my lap while I tried to draw with his head resting on my sketchpad. I warned him that if he drooled on the paper, he was out of here! He didn't. He lay there and purred.
This drawing of him shows the misgivings he had when he and I first made contact. I probably had a similar look...