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I know why…

Willow never looks at me. The “twins” will/do. But, Willow, he’s a different cat. He never looks at me. We communicate. He gets what he wants. I know what he wants. We just never quite make eye contact. It’s subtle enough to have eluded me for so long. I realize now. Knowing is helpful. It’s like hugging without kissing. There is just something different. And, it’s different, (looking elsewhere). If you don’t know what I mean, then you don’t know. But, I get it, now.

2 responses

  1. We had an older female cat that we got from a dedicated Siamese rescue organization. When we visited the place, everyone else was there for kittens, and this poor creature had been at the rescue for 18-months with no interest at all from potential families. The staff wanted her gone so bad that they just *gave* her to us — along with a basket, blanket, and some toys.

    She too would not look us in the eyes. Ever. If we got close to meeting eyes, her gaze would slide away from direct contact. But she was a real sweetie and became a dedicated lap kitty over time.

    May 9, 2021 at 8:50 am

  2. That’s a nice story. We love Willow too. They are all characters. I have learned to get a direct gaze from all the cats but Willow. I had a dog, Nellie, who would always blink when the camera flash fired. Uncanny. But it happened 99% of the time.

    May 9, 2021 at 10:20 am

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