The communication between pets and their caregivers or care-giving pets with their humans is a mystery. I can only perceive the link from the human side based on previous experience and the erroneous assumption that pets think like humans.
I was gifted with a ‘companion cat’ several months ago. She is mature in age and takes her care giving seriously. This is translated into lots of lap sitting and naptime-on-my chest purring.
Lately we have spent time observing the metamorphosis of our trees from my large picture window. These periods of contemplation reminded me that my cat is confined to the inside of my apartment and may find the space limiting. Recalling previous cat companions and discussions with siblings, I realized that my cat had no high perches.
Images of previous feline roommates produced the awareness of abundant shelves and indoor cat trees occupied by lurking furry bodies. My feelings about these spaces were that these high grounds represented nest for my furry friends to retreat and feel safe. Places my current companion lacked.
Fueled with the desire to satisfy my friend, I searched for ways to create high placed nest within my apartment. After months of unsuccessful exploration, I finally resorted to the tried and true human tool of buying a pre-constructed product.
I anxiously awaited its arrival sure my cat would be appreciative.
Finally it arrived and waited to be assembled.
My cat like a child was more interested in the container box than the contents.
Fortunately the product came with easy instructions and an assembly tool as advertised. I placed the stand in the window overlooking the outside activity and waited for her to explore.
She ignored the new perch with uncharacteristic lack of curiosity. Not a spec of cat killing curiosity was displayed.
I finally resorted to bribery with kitty treats and catnip to get her to step on the platform.
I had to physically place her on the top perch, which she promptly abandoned when I moved my restraining hand.
My sister laughed at my antics and suggested that I give her more than a day’s time to acclimate. I pointed out that my kittens had immediately taken to their cat tree. My sister retorted that my current cat companion was no longer a kitten – nor was I.
She called it the Wisdom of Age.
Now I am waiting for my cat to discover the high perch on her own in joyful exploration.
All comments for my cat are welcome.