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He has not always been my favorite human.
When I first came to the house, I was afraid of everyone but the girl. I always sensed that she was ok, but the big man, and the three little noisy ones always scared me.
I only felt safe when I was hiding in the window; even though the curtains were sheer, I knew that I was invisible to all. This was how I came to know the man. I would sit in the sunny sill, and he would quietly tap away on the glowing box. The girl would come in from time to time and talk to him, bring him food, and sometimes she would use her x-ray vision and would give me a little scratch on the head. I really liked that, but mostly I just took it all in.
As months went by, I became more and more adventurous, sometimes I would let the man see my face, peeking from the curtain to tease him. Sometimes he would play games with me just like another cat, and jump at me from behind a door. I started to really like him, but of course, I would not tell HIM that.
The girl was always so patient and nice with me, she understood my dialect, and would feed me when I was hungry, she was the softest to lay on, and she had a very pleasant voice, but something about the man was really growing on me.
I started to come out of my window sill and sit in the edge of his desk. And sometimes he would “drop” some of his lunch for me, and I would bat it over to where I was laying. Every now and then, he would reach out and scratch me on my head, and boy oh boy, it was like Heaven (even the girl has never mastered my sweet spot).
It got to the point where I looked forward to my time spent with the man. I would sit quietly, watching him, sometimes I would reach out and attack his typing fingers. I would quietly purr, not loud enough for anyone else to hear, of course, as a cat must keep his dignity about him. I would not ever get close enough to where he could pick me up or anything, just sitting close enough to see what he was doing.
I have this habit of walking very tentatively when I am traversing the bed covers, and so the man likes to call me “tenderfoot”. In the mornings, I always snuggle the girl, I climb carefully across the bed, avoiding the man, and lay on her stomach or side. I watch carefully, in case someone tries to pick me up or move me because I don’t like to be bossed around, I only go where I want to go.
Well, one morning, I got really really brave….I stepped gently across the bed and headed toward the man. I could see that he was beginning to wake up, so I hesitated a bit, but I was determined, so I took a few more steps until I had reached his chest. I stepped on to it and carefully watched for signs of a fight, when none came I bent down slowly as if to sniff around the blanket. The man started to open his eyes, so I sniffed his nose, and then, I gave him a kitty kiss!
Now kitty kisses are reserved for those that we cats really love a lot. We don’t just give them out to anyone. But I felt like I had really gotten to know the man, and he seemed to really understand me, as well. He had never pushed for me to do anything that made me uncomfortable, never forced me to sit still or get off of a piece of furniture. He always just, let me be.
That is how we became true friends, and our friendship has grown into a deep love and mutual respect, and now, he is my very favorite human.