OK, these aren’t great photos, and the kitchen was dark so I had to use the flash, but I had a story to tell about our little Annie, so this is what you get today!
Annie is our little feral who came to us two years ago on death’s door, quite literally. Once I nursed her back to health, she had been inside too long – 4 months – to go back out. So she lives with us. She isn’t a huge fan of the two-leggeds in the house, but she’s learning.
Thomas, however, is her best bud. Where ever Thomas goes, Annie goes. (Maybe we should have named her Ruth…”wither thou goest, I will go.”) Thomas is Annie’s confidence.
Often, what Thomas does, Annie does. So when Thomas jumped up on my lap the other night, as he often does, Annie jumped up too. It took both of us a couple seconds to realize that Annie was on my lap, and it took about one more second before she jumped down. But she was on my lap, ever so briefly. She is even letting me pet her when she’s not eating once in a while these days. Baby steps.
She stood still for a photo shoot of at least 10 minutes, but in the end here’s what she had to say about it.
I guess she’s done.