Comfort and Joy
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I continue to try to earn the trust of she shy feral cat we call Sleeves. He really is starved for affection, but if we touch him the wrong way, he panics. He is particularly terrified by being picked up. I've been spending a lot of time, petting him, and then reaching under his body but not actually picking him up. I've got this idea that he'll come to realize that this isn't a threatening gesture, if I do it enough times.
Today, somehow, I managed to pick him up, and we enjoyed a nice long snuggle. He sat on my lap and purred and purred, which was utterly delightful. At that moment, there was no wariness or fear, just pure feline bliss.
I continue to try to earn the trust of she shy feral cat we call Sleeves. He really is starved for affection, but if we touch him the wrong way, he panics. He is particularly terrified by being picked up. I've been spending a lot of time, petting him, and then reaching under his body but not actually picking him up. I've got this idea that he'll come to realize that this isn't a threatening gesture, if I do it enough times.
Today, somehow, I managed to pick him up, and we enjoyed a nice long snuggle. He sat on my lap and purred and purred, which was utterly delightful. At that moment, there was no wariness or fear, just pure feline bliss.
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