
With ever a leery eye, she observes me from a distance…never getting too close.
As her tail delicately wraps around her paws, she sits scrutinizing me… watching my every move…questioning my intentions.
In pursuit of a kitten, I found her at a Humane Society. A six week ball of black fur, she sat timidly hunkered in a cage, …desiring invisibility, …unaware that such an outcome might lead to her demise. I took her home anyway, despite her shyness, …determined to secure her life.
I named her “Brew”, and she adapted easily to the other animals in the house. It was only with me she remained guarded, …slinking down to avoid an outreached hand, …clearly displaying her apprehension at being touched. She sought solace from her reclusiveness by mindlessly ’suckling’, …on anything from fabric, …to tail.
Our means of interaction was restricted to words. Speaking softly and soothingly, she slowly, …hesitantly, …let down her guard, …cautiously visiting when she deemed me unthreatening. With continued reassurance to soothe her unease, …I allowed her to control the pace of our friendship.
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