Freja is not a big fan of me.
Unless I have food in my hands. Or treats. Or when I clean her litterbox, or fill her water. The rest of the time, I am of almost no interest at all, for the furry ball.
I take that back. Asleep-me seems entertaining to her too.
But that’s about it… So you can imagine my surprise, this morning, when this happened:
After waking up, I usually get to the living room, open my tablet and scroll down to see what happened (or didn’t) during my not-so-beauty sleep. Freja usually follows me all the way to the couch. Simply because there are treats near the couch, she knows it, and she knows I know it is one of the only ways I get rewarded with the honor of petting her. (yes, I pay my cat to pet her… yes, this is pathetic… yes, cats will take control of the world, someday)
So, back to this morning, if you don’t mind? Freja was sitting by my leg, and I stretched to pretend I would pick her up. Yes, pretend because, since she hadn’t had her treats yet, contact was not an option. Usually this means Freja jumping out of my reach at the very last minute, acting as if she had just escaped the greatest peril.
But she didn’t. So I stayed there, my hands on each side of her, and attempted to actually pick her up the floor, which would most certainly result in hissing and growling and her finally running away. But again, she didn’t.
I put her on my lap, where she just lay, as if this was just something we did all the time. I dared to pet her, thinking I’d kill the moment, but she purred,
And she stayed there, enjoying the petting for a long 25 minutes.
Something’s wrong. I just know it. I probably shouldn’t sleep tonight. I am scared.
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