"Don't make a big thing of it. I'm only still here because it turns out you have a sunbeam." 
I do suspect last night was a bit of a turning point. By chance, she happened to be in having dinner when the skies absolutely OPENED and we had about 2hrs of torrential rain.
And for the first time she looked... went "nope", and sat warily on various chairs for a while.
And for the first time she looked... went "nope", and sat warily on various chairs for a while.
You could see her looking at the rain, then at us, and going:
"okay, huh. So it stays TOTALLY dry and warm in here when it rains. And the foolish or devious meat puppets who deliver food on demand may well just be foolish, not devious. As they aren't trying to murder me. Huh."
"okay, huh. So it stays TOTALLY dry and warm in here when it rains. And the foolish or devious meat puppets who deliver food on demand may well just be foolish, not devious. As they aren't trying to murder me. Huh."
What I'm interested to see is if she starts coming upstairs and discovers duvets.
Because that shit is going to blow. Her. Mind.
Because that shit is going to blow. Her. Mind.
We've still got precisely zero chance of touching her btw. That is an absolute dealbreaker on her part.
Which is totally understandable, but I feel a bit sad for her.
It's why I strongly suspect she was the kitten of a stray and grew up in the wild.
Which is totally understandable, but I feel a bit sad for her.
It's why I strongly suspect she was the kitten of a stray and grew up in the wild.
That would go a long way to explaining why there's a touch of the domestic kitty behaviour about her, but why she's SO wary. And why every positive aspect of maybe sharing a human house has been like a mini, mindblowing revelation to her.
Regular food!
Comfy Chairs!
Dreamies!
Regular food!
Comfy Chairs!
Dreamies!
It's been heartbreaking seeing her put a paw into the cardboard box with a comfy hoody in it, sit there tense for a little while and kneed it, maybe breadloaf for a bit while her eyes drift shut...
...then wake, her instincts kicking in and run out in a I'VE STAYED TOO LONG way.
...then wake, her instincts kicking in and run out in a I'VE STAYED TOO LONG way.
Last night she had a proper sparko snooze in the box for an hour. First time she's done that since about week two of her turning up in the garden.
Then it was a pure, starving, exhaustion. Bolted the moment she woke.
Last night: lazily stretched, looked at me, then walked out.
Then it was a pure, starving, exhaustion. Bolted the moment she woke.
Last night: lazily stretched, looked at me, then walked out.
Gonna move the oil radiator over next to it today and turn it on. We'd set up another little box the same way further in the room but that's too much for her.
Hopefully that reinforces the warm safe place thing. Because I can't leave the back door open forever.
Winter is coming
Hopefully that reinforces the warm safe place thing. Because I can't leave the back door open forever.
Winter is coming
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