They say that curiosity killed the cat, but Annie must not know that saying. As a feral kitten brought in late, she is still quite leery of me. I can’t touch her, except for a quick pet when I put her food down. She keeps her distance much of the time, and if I walk toward her she scrams. But she spends a significant part of each day watching me. She usually watches from a distance of maybe 5-6 feet. I’ll find her often looking into my office to see what I’m doing, or even sitting next to my chair if I’m watching TV. She seems endlessly curious about whatever I am doing, or just about me in general.
She won’t stay around if I try to touch her or move toward her, though last evening she walked right by my chair and took a quick sniff of my hand, and on a good night, if I am still and patient, she will eat some kibble from my hand. But for some reason that only she knows, she watches me incessantly. Maybe some small piece of her remembers that I nursed her back from the grave last year, and that she used to sit on my lap when she was sick. Those days are long gone. The feral part of her took over when she got healthy, but maybe some tiny piece of her brain remembers. In the meantime, she’s pretty amusing. Here’s Ms. Annie, caught staring at me, hiding (sort of) on the stairs and hanging out with (and stalking) the gang.