I thought I’d take a quick break from the hot air balloon festival for weimaraner wednesday.
I am beginning to think that Atlas (or, I suppose, me) is the Pied Piper of cats. We are attracting them like wildfire. One morning, in maybe a quarter mile walk, we saw nine of them. Yes, nine.
This morning, Atlas made a kitty friend. The cat wandered towards us, stopped a few inches away (possibly wondering whether he should be alarmed at the giant eyes fixated on him), wandered around us for a bit, wandered up and sniffed Atlas’ foot, wandered around some more, wandered up and sniffed Atlas’ nose, wandered around some more .. foot .. nose .. foot .. I could barely drag Atlas away and home.
The thing I always feel bad about is that when Atlas does make friends, he rarely gets to sniff the cat back – when he finally broke his statuesque pose to try to sniff this cat (who was standing with his back to Atlas, butt in his face at the time), the cat gave a little hiss. It seemed rather unfair. But .. perhaps it just takes time to convince them that he really can be trusted.
eta: We ran into the cat again this evening. Apparently she lives on the route and doesn’t like to be indoors. She let Atlas sniff her – and he followed her around and around and around like a love-sick puppy. It looked like they were taking a walk together. I need to try to get video – it was hilarious.