Trust
November 18th 2009 21:00
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They say that when a cat lies on its back and exposes its belly to you that it is either telling you it trusts you or it is preparing itself for a five-pronged attack. That could easily apply to Butterscotch.
When he does this, he looks so sweet and innocent and you can’t help but want to touch him, even though people with extensive feline experience like my ex-neighbour would know that he could be getting ready for an attack. The first time this happened, I reached down to stroke his belly and ended up with all four paws on me. Once Butterscotch had gotten hold of me, he then launched his teeth onto my fingers. Ouch. Luckily for me, my ex-neighbour had told me what to do in this situation: I said “Gentle!” in a stern tone of voice before I slowly lifted each paw off me with my other hand. Once all paws were removed, simply getting my hand out of his mouth was easy.
The reason why I am lingering on this incident is that a few nights ago, Gingersnap lay on his back. I reached out to stroke his tummy but I didn’t know what to expect. Would he also grab me like his feline friend? No. He simply lay there all the time, letting me stroke him. Now that’s trust.
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