But at least for the moment she’s feeling no pain. Today she was romping around with this gray tabby that’s been romancing her lately. She was so happy that she spent about 15 minutes just rolling around on her back in a state of pure joy. I guess it’s love.
The cat courtship can go on for a couple of weeks. When this gray tabby (who I cleverly named Gray) first showed up on the scene, Blondie would growl fiercely whenever he approached her. But now, two weeks later, whenever he shows up, she makes this purring/clucking sound of pure delight. I guess Gray finally wore down her resistance with his manly charms. Cats. Sheesh.
But Blondie isn’t “easy,” as we used to say. Blondie doesn’t put out for just anybody. She made Gray really work for it. The first week, every time Gray showed up, Blondie would run off up the hill. Gray spent a solid week chasing after her. Stalking her, basically. I guess Blondie was playing hard-to-get. But not that hard. Because every now and then she would actually succeed in ditching Gray. So she’d have to back-track and go looking for him. So they could resume the whole stalking charade. Slowly, gradually, Blondie let Gray get closer and closer to her. Until, well, finally . . . there’s a reason there are so many kittens in the world.
But I’m sure it all makes sense on an evolutionary level. Blondie was testing Gray. Making sure he was strong and resourceful. And, more important, had strong and resourceful genes. Before she made her selection.
Love really is a pretty brutal game. I guess that’s why there are so many sad-sack love songs on the radio all the time.