|Sandy the Wonder Cat
--------Sometime 1991 - Oct 11, 2006
|She was Sandythe name I gave her after adopting her from a Boston animal shelter in 1992 when she was a year or so old. I sometimes called her 'Sandy the Wonder Cat' because her default lookone of pre-emptive distress/concernsuggested that she was wondering what you were about to do to her. Yes, she was cautiously pessimisticand completely endearing. And since she was adopted, I could never determine whether that was simply her nature or whether some aspect of her initial environment had imparted this skeptical mind-set. No matter, she was my baby.
If I was at times frustrated by her caution sometimes if I slid over in bed too fast she would bolt and I would think 'you idiot, I was simply adjusting my position'I was also charmed by her apparent fragility; she had that power which shy people have that makes you want to extend yourself and try to draw them out. And I was glad she wasn't one of those boundary-free cats given to sitting on your head at night or waking you up too early. We had a solid co-independent relationship.
My bed was an important interaction site. Except in really hot weather and during her last few months she would inevitably find her way onto it; most mornings she would either be sleeping somewhere on the bed or appear at some point to gently let me know she was present (if not open to the idea of eating once I arose).
Not that her presence on the bed meant that she would come over and interact; often a mini coaxing/ignoring drama was a required prelude. But once she decided to come close she would usually climb onto my chest and then lick the backs of my ears while purring loudly.
I travel quite a bit. During my decade in Brooklyn my roomate Tom (along with his cat Moose) would look after her whenever I was away. It was easy; they were part of the household. In Maryland, travel care fell to my neighbor Jiman outsiderand mainly involved placing food in her bowl a couple times a day. (It was a long time before he actually saw her, and then only fleetingly; he once joked "I know there's a cat in there because I see the food has been eaten.") But whenever I returned from a trip of any duration Sandy, after a brief initial display of aloofness, was usually all over me for a day or two.
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