Trust & Punishment

Squeaky looking at the back door.

I had just joined Squeaky on the window box seat. Crouching, she leaned out to the side—her neck extended—so she could see the back door. Her eyes were wide, whiskers back.

Nothing scary was outside, but if the door was closed my kitty thought I was going to grab her, stuff her into a cage and take her to the vet. This was because a few months ago, her dreaded flea allergy had returned.

Squeaky wasn’t impressed when she visited the vet, then again 6 weeks later for her annual vaccination. Giving her a flea treatment was the final act that severed her trust in me.

Then, if I wanted her to stay inside in the morning, I couldn’t close the door. It was frosty weather. Only time, (5 weeks) would mend our rift, but she got me back by getting up early every chilly morning.

Squeaky waits for her friend.

One night after going to bed, I was still awake at 3.00am. At 4.00am I wasn’t very happy being jumped on. It continued along with scratching the doona. I was so tired and couldn’t get-up.

By 6.00am I relented, got up, fed her and opened the back door. There, hanging around on the deck was her black, moggie friend. I was surprised as she normally waits for him early in the evening. I was going to leave the door open, but he started moving towards me, so I promptly shut it.

Lumbering back to bed I didn’t get-up till late.

The Human.