Many a friend has scoffed at my claim of learning invaluable life lessons from our cats. Ha! Had a perfect example, just this afternoon.
Sky (the traumatized kitty who's trashed our house BUT made immense strides, thanks to his courage) was sitting on my lap. Rennie, the glue of our family & groomer of all he surveys, actually groomed the top of Sky's head for over a minute. Might not sound like a lot, but it was a major milestone.
Sky, apparently totally at ease, kept his head down, welcoming the attention. Way to go, kitty cats!
Then...
Once Sky was all mellow & accepting of Rennie's attentions, that sly feline tried to manuever his way onto my lap, nudging Sky toward my knees. Sky, realizing what was afoot, hauled back & let Rennie have it.
Poor Sky. He'd let himself be all vulnerable, accepted Rennie's grooming in the sweetest, most trusting way, only to see that trust turned back on him.
I chastised Rennie, who'd been nice in order to gain coveted territory, explaining that Sky had every reason for upset; at the same time I tried to comfort that small little tuxedo, who seemed to have suddenly gotten smaller & returned to his older, hyper cautious way.
A few minutes later, I looked over at the massive arm chair Mom loved so dearly. There was Rennie, his head snug up against Alpha, only the very tip of Blackie's ear indicating the wee small kitty's position between the large medium-long haired marmalade & the back cushion.
Rennie, in easing his way between Sky et moi, was acting in a way totally in keeping with his nature. One look at the three kitties, all sleeping peacefully in close quarters, showed that. They seem to welcome megacloseproximity. Alas, where they feel safe, Sky goes on the alert. And, truth be told, Rennie did seem to be have a hidden agenda. Or maybe not.
What do we ever know for sure? Lesson learned.
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