Alison's crazy cat, Sumatra, was a bit leery of me the first couple of days I was here, but warmed up to me when she thought I might bring some relief to her agony as she went through heat.
For lack of anything better, she would 'assume the position', and wait for...well, something. What she got was a vigorous scratching of her back, which would seem to satisfy her for a while.
Last Friday afternoon I was left alone with the cat as Alison attended to some personal matters.
After a while I realized that Sumatra had not been seen or heard from all day. No scooting about the room with butt up in the air. No incessant howling in agony.
I went in search of her, fearing she might have gotten out somehow. I ended up finding her in one of the bedrooms, curled up, sleeping in a cardboard box. This was the most relaxed I had seen her the entire time I've been here.
But she actually seemed pretty annoyed by my presence, giving me a stare that asked "Who the fuck are you, and why are you in my home?"
Apparently her 'season' has come to an end (thank Goddess!), and she no longer has need of my 'services'.
I feel so used.
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