Scaredy Cat (after being missing for 6 months) is definitely back at my campsite. She did something this morning that she always used to do that I had forgotten about. When I woke up and reached for my backpack to get the cat food, Scaredy Cat rushed over and beat me to it, jumped up on top of my backpack and sat there looking at me face-to-face with a big smile on her face.
It’s like she’s a queen sitting on her throne. Or she’s claiming the backpack — bearer of the goodies — as her providence. But also too: “I’m going to sit here and you must pet me first before you feed me.” Ha ha. Cats.
After sufficiently petting Scaredy Cat I gently nudged her off of my backpack and fixed her a nice big breakfast.
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