The Last Furlong

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Cat sitting

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I regularly cat-sit for a neighbour. Mr Furlong and I like cats. But we prefer dogs. You always know where you are with a dog. My neighbour’s cat just unfriended me today and I her.

Neighbour’s cat is a rescue cat. In fact, it has been so unfriendly to kindly people who tried to give it a home, it has been returned to Rescue several times over. But now it has a home with neighbour and I’m the one who feeds her, cleans the cat tray and attempts to “love” her when her mistress is away.

I have learned never to touch her with an open hand. I have to make a fist and hold it out at kitty level, and she will come and rub herself ecstatically against it.  If you open your hand, you’ve had it. The kitty morphs into a snarling hissing maniac.

Today, I did nothing other than offer my fist for loving attention, and I got attacked.

Tough shit kitty – you can sit on the stairs and purr as loud as you like, I’m not going near you again.

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Author: thelastfurlong

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

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