This morning I went outside to have my coffee by the stream and some quiet time alone.
It wasn’t long before Tiger emerged from hiding and approached me where I sat.
Although he’s not a lap cat, I knew he wanted to jump up but didn’t have the nerve. There were risks involved known only to him – perhaps baggage from long ago.
I spoke encouraging words and hoped he would overcome whatever held him back. He’s a sweet old boy, timid and slow to change..
While he thus pondered, the youngster showed up with no such reserve and the message was clear – “Out of my way old timer!!”
Tiger missed his chance and he knew it and headed to the woodpile – there will be other times.
‘Oh Benji,’ I sighed, ‘did you have to run him off?’
But there was no response just contentment.
Benji has baggage too. Of surviving the streets and a crazy cat house. Feisty, yes, but also sweet as can be.
Rescue cats – they’re different as night and day these two. And I love them both.