A very strange ‘first’. Just a few minutes ago, Tom, the village cat who has adopted us, jumped up on my bed and came to see me, purring his head off, sitting in my chest and begging for tickle, which he got a huge amount of, in a very long session. It’s the first time he has ever dared to come into the bedroom. Luckily there were no other cats on the bed.
After a protracted session of administering fuss, he curled up in the crook of my arm, still getting stroked. All the time he kept checking the doorway, wide-eyed and apprehensive. Suddenly Caoimhe jumped up onto the bed, and seeing Tom, she froze, of course. Thank goodness they both kept calm, while I stroked Tom’s head and talked to him reassuringly. Incredibly, Caoimhe came creeping towards me, and via a circuitous route, ended up cuddled up in my other arm, and occasionally hissed at Tom who thankfully did nothing. She then burrowed under my duvet and curled up in a ball there. Tom took this as an opportunity to dare to creep out of the room, very very slowly, seeing as she was no longer looking at him.
I never thought I would see the day.
He is the biggest fusspot, desperate for head-tickle and he drools while constantly purring.