This morning, as I left for work, Moby wanted out in the hall. So D came out with him. I looked back down the long hall, and there they were, both gazing at me, guy and cat. Rather endearing.
This photo is D's camera work. We are so pleased that when Moby's asleep, we can often pet him and he trusts us enough, feels so comfortable around us, that he often doesn't bother to open his eyes. Grunts a little and stretches out, maybe. He's very cooperative when we need him to come in from the balcony when we have to close the door. Over the years, we all seem to have developed a warm and functional living relationship.
4 comments:
Inscrutable looking cat.
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My cat has long since learned that "out" is human for "you can leave with dignity or I can pick you up".
Of course, sometimes he prefers to be carried.
Pacian,
Yeah, that sounds about right. Moby's been carried in a most undignified manner at times. Like at airport security the one time we had to take him on a plane, for instance.
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