If you open a sweater up, assuming that it is empty of a human and lying flat on a nice, soft surface like a bed, Pirelli will dive right in, disappearing deep into it and curling himself quickly into a ball. This is not the time to put your hand in to stroke him. Not unless you're wearing armor. Or armour.
When he relaxes, about 10 minutes later, he will stretch his feet luxuriously, and allow them to show. You may stroke him now, and he will make a small, extended grunt of contentment, before turning himself upside-down and stretching his legs again and spreading his toes
Ohhh...! I so miss a cat. (Even under-cover armed cats!)
ReplyDeleteTomorrow, we bus-it to Hamilton, for an old friend's 80th birthday. And then, we will probably also have to catch up with some other oldies.
But we cannot be catless for long!One of P's cousins is a volunteer at RSPCA and we're due a lunch with her, so will ask what she thinks.
I'll let you know how things evolve...
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I can imagine. I hope you find the right cat (or that the right cat finds you), soon. One of my regrets is not getting another cat sooner after Estorbo died, but we were shattered. Still, we waited too long (eight years!).
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