|Kitty at home in my lap|
I reluctantly agreed, but I woke that night angry at myself for not saying no, for being a pushover once again. That first evening I went over with a glass of wine and sat down in a chair. I had been hiking all day and it felt good to sit down and sip my wine. No cat to be seen anywhere. After a few minutes, though, I saw two wide green eyes assessing me from behind the couch. Cautiously she approached me and before I knew it, she had presented herself for petting. Purring loudly, the cat took to me like I was an old friend. My heart melted and I felt myself begin to smile and enjoy her. (I've been a cat owner in the past, but it's been a long time.)
After doing the duties required of me, I ended up spending several hours with her that first evening, and every day and evening after that. She's been declawed (front paws) and has been a house cat for her entire life, which (I estimate) is somewhere around 8 to 10 years. Not a young cat, but not an old one, either. Her current owner inherited her when the original owner died.
My friend came home late last night, and now I find myself missing the kitty's presence. I changed in just a few days from being angry about it to really wishing I could visit her again soon. I'll talk to my friend to see if I can possibly have visitation rights.