While I was out there, my little ferile cat, Cinnamon, came up for a pet.
It is really the first time she's wanted pets for almost a year.
Although always on her terms, she only lets me pet her. I've never been picked by a one-person cat before. It's kind of flattering, really.
Only when she first came to us and had her kittens did she come in the house and act friendly. And after she got spayed, she took to her wild life outside again.
I don't mind. It just makes the rare moment of friendliness that much sweeter.