After the events of the past week, being bitten by Elsa and feeling the need to keep my guard up with her every time I go in the room, I must say the events of this weekend make me more aware of the miracle that is the house panther.
Each and every cat had at one point the option to be feral. It takes nothing for a cat to be leary of humans and it takes a supreme act of trust for them to come forward and accept the love and safety offered. Granted in a kitten the 'leap of faith' if you will is shorter, with those short legs and all... but seriously...
Look at your house panther. Those jaws can bite you to the bone. Those claws can do serious damage. They choose to live peacefully with you, to offer you their love and their trust. That is no small thing.
Two wonderful things happened to me this weekend that brought this home to me. First I took a nap on Saturday. I wasn't planning on it, I was watching TV and it just sort of snuck up on me. I woke up when I reached out and felt Jack's fuzzy belly. When I was fully conscious I realized I had all seven of my cats on the bed.
Then.. miracle of miracles happened.
actually, as I was typing this he sat next to me and wanted to be kissed, it was really sweet.
I adore that I can take their trust for granted. That I can do pretty much anything I want to them and they will voluntarily choose not to hurt me for doing it... be it I'm pilling them, brushing their teeth clipping their claws, or nuzzling my very vulnerable face in their big fluffy (or not so fluffy for some) bellies..