Gratitude

All about doing the job in front of me today. Got off a little early, and got groceries. Moby very appreciative of fresh batch of wheatgrass. Mrrked and sat up, ate, and sat beside the green for a good hour, looking grateful. I suppose it's odd, but I have always gotten the sense that, in his cat way, Moby is grateful for the extra treats. Like the gifts of wheatgrass, the kittymassage, the better wet food. He seems to make a point of seeing the good stuff put out for him, then coming back to hang around with us, as if to say, "thanks, and I like you, so you're more important than food."

Maybe we're reading more into it, of course. We don't know what's going through his little catbrain. But seeing this behaviour so often over the years, it certainly reads as gratitude. What is more, it feels like it. Just as when I have come home upset, and Moby lets me hold him a long time, and noses my face and eyes with what feels just like concern. And so why not call it concern? It's certainly kind, and calming.

And so we do hope, and think, that he knows he is loved. He knows he can trust us. He once hated a head anywhere near him, and would bolt. Now, I can rest my face in his belly, and he purrs. This took time.

Trust is always best when it is well earned, on both sides.