Pussycats III

     Biscuit, "my" lilac point Siamese or enough of the bloodline to look like a classic has become quite the boon companion as of late. I knew that if I let him come to me under his conditions sooner or later I would win him over.  Well, it finally happened!
     We had a cold spell awhile back so I put a blanket on the front porch for him which he took to almost right away. Then we had an ass biting cold front come thru so I got some sheets of cardboard from work to put between his blanket and the cement pad of the porch. Not long after that I began noticing that he knew my car when I got home from work, give a big stretch and come meet me and almost (in his mind) guide me into my parking space. I keep his food in my car so when I'd get his breakfast he would be right at my feets going to his food bowl.

     It had been around 2 months that I'd been feeding him that he finally put his nose to my fingers but still showed a very skittish attitude towards me. Maybe 2 weeks ago he first let me touch him if only for a brief moment. Then last week he finally gave in to my "undeniable kavorka" ... animal magnetism! When  feed him his breakfast I always kneel and hold my hand out so he can approach me at his comfort. Well, he came and gave me his usual nose to finger touch and went to get a bite to eat. Then he gave me a full noggin on hand rub before another bite of vittles. After that came a full body against my leg rub. One more bite of food and he was popping wheelies to have his head rubbed! It was almost like a miracle how we had come in one day. From a bare, brief touch accepted by him to "Okay, Pawpaw. You are my person now."

     I've heard Siamese are more doglike in behavior than other cat breeds and the one Siamese mix  had before, Mischa held true to that theory. The other day I caught a mouse in a snap trap and I figured, "Why waste a perfectly good mouse? Biscuit would love it." So I took the mouse and trap out as I was going to my car to head out for work, dropped the rodent where Biscuit saw it and went to fetch his dinner. I turned and there he was as usual at my feet, mouse in mouth ready to lead me to his feed bowl.  I think he's gonna turn out to be a pretty damn good cat!

     I was telling Crazy Mike at work about how quickly Biscuit decided that he wanted me to be his Pawpaw and CM suggested he may have been abused to make him so untrusting at first. After mulling over the idea I have come to a very possible scenario. Biscuit is a very handsome young fella. I'm thinking quite likely someone brought him home (maybe even paid a dollar or few for him). Then as his hormones came into fruition he began spraying. He likely got his ass whupped a time or few for this before his previous people kicked him to the curb. I know, it sounds horrible but it happens all too often. Anyway, I was looking for an older kitten or young cat, Siamese or Siamese mix for months. I had wanted a female as my Mischa was a 101% "Daddy's little girl". To make a short story long, God decided Biscuit needed someone to love him and I didn't need a kitten factory. The good Lord hooked Biscuit and me up and the rest as they say is history.