True to the cat's reputation, I have not caught her making any serious attempts to break out of the house. She does sit by the front windows, where she's folded one of the Venetian blinds so that she has a perfect spot to peer outside, but she's content to just watch. Otherwise, I'd like to say that she's come to accept and even welcome me as a vaguely familiar-looking face in her life, but that doesn't seem to be the way. What I do see is that she'll sometimes wander into the room where I am, and then being meowing. In a public-spirited move, I might meow back as closely as I'm able, which inspires her to meow again. We can go on like this for a surprising while, with her not budging from her point (``meow'') or me budging from mine (``meow, you say?''). However, she does sometimes get behind me -- often on the stairs -- and start to meow regretfully.
I would hope that feeding and watering would help win me some favor, but it doesn't seem to help. I will wake up, and she'll meow regretfully at me, and then I'll go downstairs to very clearly open up the bag of cat food and pour in a scoop; I'll fill the bowl as well, and she'll watch from the edge of the room. If I open the cabinet door to take out the cat treats -- and she recognizes this sound, surely -- she'll run in. I can take some of the treats and scatter them around, which gets her to run into the room, but she looks at the treats and then leaves, as long as I'm in the room.
Last night she was in the guest room meowing with some agitation and rubbing against the wall and then the bed. I thought as long as she's this talkative I might as well try meowing back and following her. She continued meowing, and then rubbing against the bed, the dresser, the door frame, back to the bed the other direction, the wall, the other shelf, the lamp, the bed, the dresser, the door frame, back to the bed the other way ... She may not have taken this completely as a bit of whimsical play, since it didn't seem to improve her mood any, even when I stopped. Perhaps someday I'll find myself at a spot in life where I'm not the subject of disapproving stares from cats.
Trivia: Bridge Master Peter de Colechurch, architect of the medieval London Bridge, was buried in it after his death in 1205. Source: Old London Bridge, Patricia Pierce.
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