You can’t pet Cece in the yard. You can’t pet him in the kitchen even if you have cheese. And you will never see CeCe the part of the house that has the dogs.
You can’t pet him anywhere except on the bathroom counter. If he’s there you’re allowed to pet him as deeply and vigorously as you can and he will purr the whole way with a very loud purr that lets you that he tolerats you.
Big schnoz 👃
It is distinctive.
Once took care of a stray who only allowed you to pet and scratch her, as long as she didn’t see you / make eye contact. As soon as she looked she got startled, ran away, waited a few secs and returned to repeat. She definitely enjoyed the touch but she didn’t want to know where it came from :D
Cece showed up as an untameable feral. Yet here we are.
There are two feral cats in this household that I do avoid eye contact with because they will immediately bolt for the cat door.
Thats super bittersweet, glad you’ve found ways to be mutually understood to mutual benefit :)
Anya is a little like this. She’s a very neurotic cat. She runs away any time there’s a loud noise or sudden movement. She doesn’t like being approached or handled at all. But sometimes when I’m working at my desk she will jump up on my lap and demand ALL the pets. And every night when my wife and I go to bed she will climb on my chest and meow at me until I give her pets while I’m reading. Then she purrs loudly and drools all over me.
She loves the attention, but it always has to be on her terms.
it’s his safe space :))
Indeed
Adorable lil guy😍
My swirly boy Yodel says hi too💕
What a gorgeous cat.
He definitely has a distinctive long face that pares up with this cinnamon swirl body to make him instantly recognizable in our sea of orange cats.
sea of orange cats sounds like the beginning of quite the adventure
There are eight of them and six of those are girls.
Cute, that’s a bit like my Eevee! She doesn’t want to get pet 95% of the time; but if it’s on, i get notified by way of jumping onto my shoulders regardless of where i am or what position i am in, and the loud purring commences while she clumsily remodels my shoulders into ground meat :-)
I once found one in the same color as yours near the house, he was very young, but sick and weak, he was a toy in children hands, I immediately took him home, with - as usual - milk and a warm cartoon mini-house…
Yet he didn’t last long… his intestines were locked… he was getting fat I thought bc of eating, but I was too young and dump to realize he never pooped, food stuck in his intestines for long… He never made a sound either…
He passed a way after weeks of hiding (he didn’t like to show his pain), yet I never forgot, nor will I.
I’m not asking for attention or sth, just a lesson I learnt, it was my fault anyway…
Ouch. That sounds painful. I’m surprised they didn’t have diarrhea if they were drinking milk. That should have got them going.
Adorable cat and all, but…the real question I have is what the hell is wrong with that sink?
Did you see the part where they have 8 orange cats? Thats just the oranges… that sink has seen some serious paw mileage
Yeah, clean it every day and some cat will come by and make a mess in 5 minutes.
Its like they’re attracted to the clean, they enjoy undoing it
It’s constantly getting dirt tracked on it because of dirty cat paws. It might be a bathroom sink but it doubles as a farm sink.
