This morning I was determined to get a good picture of Cat. I took about 40 pictures . . she just won’t be still long enough for me to get a picture that isn’t blurry. Considering how she looked when we first saw her, and how scared she was . . we only caught glimpses of her every now and then . . I can’t believe how far she’s come in about 2.5 years. I still haven’t tried to pick her up but if she’s in the mood, she will come to me when I call her. I still cannot walk up to her and touch her . . she has to come to me. She’s recently started to let Vince pet her too. It’s rare for her to hiss at us. She will if I get too close to her . . she can come close to me but I can’t go close to her . . sounds like a one sided relationship, right?
Without some photo editing, you’ll just have to pretend my foot isn’t in the picture.
She’s such a pretty cat but she’s a bit evil . . I guess that’s why she’s managed to survive in the woods. Her claws are so darned sharp and she’s so fast . . when I start to walk away and she isn’t ready for me to go, she grabs hold of my foot and I walk away with a bloody ankle. I’ve tried to watch her and see if I can anticipate before she grabs me but she’s too fast and if she sets her mind to grabbing me and holding on, she’s going to do it.
She’s really a good cat . . so long as she gets her way and no one crosses her.