Precious Moments
I oft-times wonder about the affection of a cat -- well, my cat. The affection - the bond - that Neea-Kha and I shared was palpable, ever-present. I wonder if Winnie feels the same bond that I feel; can there even be a bond if only one individual is engaged? Perhaps that bond is to be found amongst each of the precious moments I share below.
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One sleep-in morning, Winnie climbed into bed and cuddled up on my pillow. Groggy, I tried to pet her head but couldn't find her head with my eyes closed. As I opened my eyes, I saw that my hand hovered somewhere in the general vicinity of her head. Winnie reached up with her paw and gently brought my hand down on top of her head. My hand landed on exactly the spot it does when I place it there -- fingers on her head, between her ears, palm over her eyes and the heel of my palm resting on her nose. That's her favourite way of snuggling; she likes her eyes covered, my fingers ruffling on her head right between her ears. She knew exactly the right spot to place my hand!
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A busy organizing-my-closets day; the last closet is a tiny coat closet off the front room. It's very deep but barely an arm stretch wide. Hurrying to finish up my organizing (agonizing?) work, I was just about to step out of the closet when I banged my elbow -- hard -- on the wall behind me. Oh, did I yell! and yell and yell. Through a fog of pain and noise, I heard a thump as Winnie jumped down from a high perch at the far end of the apartment. I heard scrabbling as her nails sought traction on a laminate floor then the gallop of her paws speeding down the hallway. I'm standing in the closet, cradling my elbow, trying to control the pain. My joints are compromised and even a small bump causes shock waves of pain. I feel Winnie stop just inside the closet door - she stops so abruptly she runs into my legs. She sits at my feet, looking up at me with huge, questioning eyes. She stays there, while I moan and groan to her, telling her about my pain. Then I tell her .. "It's ok, I'm ok now...thank you for coming to see me". I bend down to kiss her and she nuzzles for a moment, then saunters back to her perch for more well-deserved rest.
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It's deep Fall right now and as the weather gets cooler, I get out all my snuggies -- fleece nightwear, heavy robe. The last few days, Winnie has taken to jumping onto my robe as soon as I take it off to get dressed for work. It's not a snuggly, fleecy robe; rather, it's nubby and heavy, rather scratchy
on the outside -- for me, not a comfort robe, just a warm one. I lay it across the bed as I dress and the minute I'm off the bed, Winnie jumps into my robe. She sniffs and rolls around on it, wiggles all over scratching her entire body on it, once in a while gently biting it. Tries to snuggle right into a sleeve. I took a video of her robe-play one morning and showed it to co-workers. They ooh'd and aww'd saying she was trying to absorb my warmth and odour. Not sure if that's the case, but it does tug at my heart-strings when I see her rolling around on my robe. I leave it on the bed now (minus the belt) when I go to work so she can avail herself of it at will.
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My brother, Larry comes daily to use the computer and putter about whilst I'm at work. He's always told me that Winnie will sometimes stand at the doorway of the back room and scream. Scream?? I can barely hear her when she gives her little "where are you" meows. Screams? I don't think so! Until... one day I went across the hall to help my co-tenant pack for her upcoming move. We were going back and forth from her apartment to the exit door just outside the two apartments. Coming in from one of the garbage dumps, she called me to listen at her closed door. She said "Listen to Winnie screaming". Sure enough, Winnie was having a full-blown temper tantrum -- she really WAS screaming. I called over to her to tell her everything was okay and she stopped...for a few minutes. Not hearing my voice, she started up again so I had to go into our apartment and talk to her, telling her I was helping Carol, I'd be back pretty soon, gave her a treat and back I went to carry on with the packing. I had to go from Carol's apartment out to the front yard and back to our apartment to appease that little girl.
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One sleep-in morning, Winnie climbed into bed and cuddled up on my pillow. Groggy, I tried to pet her head but couldn't find her head with my eyes closed. As I opened my eyes, I saw that my hand hovered somewhere in the general vicinity of her head. Winnie reached up with her paw and gently brought my hand down on top of her head. My hand landed on exactly the spot it does when I place it there -- fingers on her head, between her ears, palm over her eyes and the heel of my palm resting on her nose. That's her favourite way of snuggling; she likes her eyes covered, my fingers ruffling on her head right between her ears. She knew exactly the right spot to place my hand!
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A busy organizing-my-closets day; the last closet is a tiny coat closet off the front room. It's very deep but barely an arm stretch wide. Hurrying to finish up my organizing (agonizing?) work, I was just about to step out of the closet when I banged my elbow -- hard -- on the wall behind me. Oh, did I yell! and yell and yell. Through a fog of pain and noise, I heard a thump as Winnie jumped down from a high perch at the far end of the apartment. I heard scrabbling as her nails sought traction on a laminate floor then the gallop of her paws speeding down the hallway. I'm standing in the closet, cradling my elbow, trying to control the pain. My joints are compromised and even a small bump causes shock waves of pain. I feel Winnie stop just inside the closet door - she stops so abruptly she runs into my legs. She sits at my feet, looking up at me with huge, questioning eyes. She stays there, while I moan and groan to her, telling her about my pain. Then I tell her .. "It's ok, I'm ok now...thank you for coming to see me". I bend down to kiss her and she nuzzles for a moment, then saunters back to her perch for more well-deserved rest.
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It's deep Fall right now and as the weather gets cooler, I get out all my snuggies -- fleece nightwear, heavy robe. The last few days, Winnie has taken to jumping onto my robe as soon as I take it off to get dressed for work. It's not a snuggly, fleecy robe; rather, it's nubby and heavy, rather scratchy
on the outside -- for me, not a comfort robe, just a warm one. I lay it across the bed as I dress and the minute I'm off the bed, Winnie jumps into my robe. She sniffs and rolls around on it, wiggles all over scratching her entire body on it, once in a while gently biting it. Tries to snuggle right into a sleeve. I took a video of her robe-play one morning and showed it to co-workers. They ooh'd and aww'd saying she was trying to absorb my warmth and odour. Not sure if that's the case, but it does tug at my heart-strings when I see her rolling around on my robe. I leave it on the bed now (minus the belt) when I go to work so she can avail herself of it at will.
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My brother, Larry comes daily to use the computer and putter about whilst I'm at work. He's always told me that Winnie will sometimes stand at the doorway of the back room and scream. Scream?? I can barely hear her when she gives her little "where are you" meows. Screams? I don't think so! Until... one day I went across the hall to help my co-tenant pack for her upcoming move. We were going back and forth from her apartment to the exit door just outside the two apartments. Coming in from one of the garbage dumps, she called me to listen at her closed door. She said "Listen to Winnie screaming". Sure enough, Winnie was having a full-blown temper tantrum -- she really WAS screaming. I called over to her to tell her everything was okay and she stopped...for a few minutes. Not hearing my voice, she started up again so I had to go into our apartment and talk to her, telling her I was helping Carol, I'd be back pretty soon, gave her a treat and back I went to carry on with the packing. I had to go from Carol's apartment out to the front yard and back to our apartment to appease that little girl.