Catlike...

Just a quick funny (at least to me) realization today.

Brent and I joke that I am basically a cat. I have been reincarnated to the highest life form, a spoiled housecat. I do what I want, when I want. I know what rules are but not as they apply to me. One of my favorite expressions is women and cats will do as they please and men and dogs just need to get used to it.

It all amuses me.

But then I realized that our courtship was very much like taming a feral cat.

I've talked before about how I don't trust people as a general rule. When I was younger it was even worse. I was actively prickly towards everyone. Even people I would date. I never trusted over the top shows of affection. Always figured that somebody wanted something from me and that's why they were acting that way.

Like a feral cat. You cannot just dive in and expect them to let you scratch their ears. Oh no. It's a patience game. Move too fast and they are running away never to be seen again.

Brent and I were friends before we ever started dating. Then when we did start dating he learned pretty quickly that I was jumpy. You had to be devoted, but not in a showy way. I needed loyalty, but not showy displays. And even then you might get scratched once in a while.

But you know what happens when you do succeed in turning a feral cat into a house cat? You get me. Content to be at home basking in a sunbeam eating treats.

Who would still scratch the shit out of anybody who deserved it.

It amused me when I thought of it this morning. And it will probably work its way into a short story at some point because I like the metaphor. When it does you will know the day it came to me.

Meow...