I have been, of late, engaged in training my cat, Franklin (see picture). He is a fairly recent addition to our family, a rescue from the Bellevue Animal Shelter.
He's timid, a real "scaredy cat", gentle, sweet, and has become a bit of a "Mama's Boy". He sits up like a mier cat and watches the birds dance around their feeder in the backyard. He folows me around the house like a little shadow . I can see his smile even though I know cats don't smile. I can hear him say thank you even though I know he can't talk.
He loves it when I sing to him. Franklin doesn't seem to notice that I have no talent.
After dinner he snuggles with me on the couch and sucks on his "blankie" while I pet him. His eyes tell me that he misses his Mom. I console him with promises to always care for him. I feel his gratitude.
He is hyper-vigilant in such a way that I believe he may have suffered trauma before Cailin and I found him in the shelter. I have promised him he will heal.
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