Last week, a friend got in touch. She would be away for a few days, she said, and could I do a couple of house visits for Oliver, the 5 year old ragdoll?
But... he's a cat, I protested.
Oliver's human assured me that cats are low-maintenance and that I would be up to the task.
I agreed, and listened to instructions about how to feed the cat and clean the litter box.
Isn't he a total ham?
When I arrived he would come right up to me and rub against me, headbutt me and jump up practically into my lap when I sat on the couch.
|He actually wanted to cuddle!|
I was touched that this animal trusted me so implicitly -- it reminded me of Avapup. I guess animals are kind of amazing like that, whether canine, feline or otherwise.
And what is the universe trying to tell me by giving me a cat... that acts like a dog?