Sunday, May 29, 2005
I was sitting at my computer reading blogs when Yoshi wandered out from her condo to get her some Momma Lovin’. I hold onto her head and kiss her right between the eyes. She loves this. I then will gently pick out her eye gunk as I hate this on cats. She loves this too. I know I am lucky. She even sits there and lets me cut her nails. Blessed, I am. Anyway, as I was sitting here kissing my blissed out, purring kitty it struck me how amazing it is that she knows this is an act of love. I know the momma cats wash the kittens and she might be reverting to kittenhood fantasies about being cleaned. I just don’t know for sure. All I know is that I can squish this cat’s head and kiss it for ages and she trusts me implicitly. I could be preparing to eat her for all she knows. I feel so honoured to have her trust as she doesn’t give it out to just anybody. In fact only my parents and I can touch her. She will hiss and bite anybody else. Period. She has always been that way despite all my attempts to socialise her. Those Siamese. She is why I cannot get another cat or a dog. Partly it is because she would kill them. Mostly it is because I fear that adding to the family would change her love for me in some way. I couldn’t bear it. I am SO her bitch.