Mr. Confidence
As long as I was writing about Lil' Miss Confidence, I had to stick in words about Mr. Confidence. I could not have been more wrong in my estimation of MoMo's response to a puppy. No, he does not cuddle or play with Magnus. But he certainly hasn't withdrawn or regressed. He doesn't even spend much time downstairs bemoaning the injustices of the world now. In fact, he is overcoming some more of his rules of space and contact. MoMo continues to allow cats to sleep next to him, even draping himself over them. And, amazing to me, MoMo now sleeps on the bed. Granted, some of the cats arenn't spending much time on the bed lately. Between having a puppy in the bedroom (in his crate) and my nagging cough, I've driven away everyone but Cumin and Curiosity. . . even Kevin. That leaves ample room for MoMo. Last night he slept plastered to my side ALL NIGHT LONG. Not just down next to my hip, but up where I would put my arm around him when I rolled. In a Raven or Gumbo place, really. And I consider myself tremendously blessed!
Another reason why he is interacting so amazingly with humans has to do with our stainless steel drinking fountain. You see, I am trying to convince MoMo to use the fountain rather than the faucet. MoMo sees things otherwise. And he has found that by doing things he knows I like, he can usually manipulate me to turn on the bathroom faucet. That where he'll use the litter box in front of me then run to the sink. Of course I turn it on. Or he comes and begs to be picked up. We cuddle for quite an extended time, all the while MoMo willing me to enter the bathroom to set him down on the counter. MoMo is getting more and more able to overcome his OCD patterns and behaviors. Makes my heart sing to see this feline transition day by day. . .
[SOOC, f/1.4, ISO 100, shutter speed 1/320, +2 EV]
Mr. Confidence
As long as I was writing about Lil' Miss Confidence, I had to stick in words about Mr. Confidence. I could not have been more wrong in my estimation of MoMo's response to a puppy. No, he does not cuddle or play with Magnus. But he certainly hasn't withdrawn or regressed. He doesn't even spend much time downstairs bemoaning the injustices of the world now. In fact, he is overcoming some more of his rules of space and contact. MoMo continues to allow cats to sleep next to him, even draping himself over them. And, amazing to me, MoMo now sleeps on the bed. Granted, some of the cats arenn't spending much time on the bed lately. Between having a puppy in the bedroom (in his crate) and my nagging cough, I've driven away everyone but Cumin and Curiosity. . . even Kevin. That leaves ample room for MoMo. Last night he slept plastered to my side ALL NIGHT LONG. Not just down next to my hip, but up where I would put my arm around him when I rolled. In a Raven or Gumbo place, really. And I consider myself tremendously blessed!
Another reason why he is interacting so amazingly with humans has to do with our stainless steel drinking fountain. You see, I am trying to convince MoMo to use the fountain rather than the faucet. MoMo sees things otherwise. And he has found that by doing things he knows I like, he can usually manipulate me to turn on the bathroom faucet. That where he'll use the litter box in front of me then run to the sink. Of course I turn it on. Or he comes and begs to be picked up. We cuddle for quite an extended time, all the while MoMo willing me to enter the bathroom to set him down on the counter. MoMo is getting more and more able to overcome his OCD patterns and behaviors. Makes my heart sing to see this feline transition day by day. . .
[SOOC, f/1.4, ISO 100, shutter speed 1/320, +2 EV]