Hope’s Psychological Realities

When Hope came to live with me, my bed was up underneath my big window. The window has a wide wide sill and that is, naturally, her favorite place to be. I discovered very early on that Hope was not a cuddler, and she never slept in the bed with me. She would sleep on the window sill, hunched up like a Cornish hen, her ears black silhouettes like a little bat in the night. I would sometimes try to drag her into bed with me, to see how she would tolerate it, but no. She would ENDURE it for 2 seconds and then wriggle away to go back to the window. I eventually just let her be.

Then, last weekend, horrors: I moved my bed. I took it out from under the window and placed it across the room against the wall – with no window any where near. I like to lounge about in my bed, surrounded by my books and my laptop. It is my hangout place. Back when the bed was by the window, Hope would sit next to me – only ON THE WINDOWSILL – not on the bed – which was, perhaps, too much of a separation anxiety for Hope, being 2 feet away from the great outdoors, as opposed to her nose up against the screen.

But now that the bed has moved … hmmmm, not to make too big a deal out of it … but Hope now hangs out on the bed with me. She still likes her spot in the window (she is there right now) – but she also climbs up on the bed while I am there, and goes into a blissful kneading of the blankets with her paws, and then flops across the pillows, lounging like a pasha. She even lets me pat her belly. Her purrs fill the room.

So. Not to totally anthropomorphize, but obviously Hope made a choice when the bed moved. She actually DID want to be close to me (which is in evidence at other times when she follows me from room to room) … and so she chose to forsake the window for long stretches of time so that she could be close to me. Not on my lap, but near enough for … comfort? Togetherness?

A cat’s heart is as deep as the ocean.

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4 Responses to Hope’s Psychological Realities

  1. Betsy says:

    Jack…Rose…Jack!!!…Rose!!!

  2. red says:

    ” … and I have never spoken of him until now … not even to your grandfather …”

  3. just1beth says:

    I FREAKING LOVE THAT CAT!!!!!!!!

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