Fizgig the Homeopathy Cat 3

Over a period of time I was able to win Fizgig's trust. When people asked if she was my cat, my standard reply was that I was her person which is very different.  She was obviously aware of the classic quote that cats find humans 'useful domestic animals.'  Training her person took a long time but she finally had me trained to her satisfaction. Cats are animals of set routines and her routines were more set than most cats. She only grudgingly accepted Keith and when family or friends called in, she would either rush to get outside or head to our bedroom where she would stay until she felt safe enough to come back out.

She had a routine that included getting under my feet until I fed her. The fact that there was food in the bowl didn't matter. She had to actually hear the rattle of the container before she would stop pestering me. She had set times to be fed, set places where she could be found and she never left our section. I was the only person she trusted and when I call out to her, she would reply. Letting her in each morning is quite a routine with Keith silently laughing in the bedroom as we chat to each other. She is very polite and always gives a little vocal meow of thanks when doors are opened for her. She has a way of sitting by a door she wants  opened, looking hard at it and if we don't respond, there is a petulant grumble of complaint that continues until the door is opened.

And so the years went by (to be continued)