Not the first time, but amazes me everytime.
This time, he/she sat calmly looking at me while the lift took us to the 12th floor.
End of story? He/She eventually stepped into the lift again, and I pressed ‘1’ to take it back to the ground floor.
Someone would have gotten a treat, seeing a cat walk out from a lift..
I think cats are masters of PR too.
Knowing that their popularity with the residents of an urban area would being them benefits in the form of being welcomed and being fed, they do all that is necessary to keep their status.
Oh look, that human is squatting down beside me with the camera again. Alright, let me oblige her with an intense stare into the lens which will make her happy.
After that I will roll over so that she will think I like her.
And then give an adorable sleepy look at her feet.
That ought to keep them happy for another few days.
These humans, so easy to please.
Now, food please.
“This is our floor cat”, the friend said to me, as we walked along the corridor to her flat and bumped into this little one. “We call her Fatty.”
Don’t ask me why.
What will become of them, when the community is no more?
And the world is perfect, because they are around.