Sei’s just very careful about coming onto Herself’s territory; but yesterday he spent most of the day under the chest of drawers in my room…rather a high legged chest, so I know he’s there, and he can watch things.
\nHe spent last night there, too, or at least was there this morning. This morning I called to him, and he came over, very cautiously got onto the bed. Then started head-butting and rolling over and doing tummy fur and got under the covers and purred. Didn’t stay there long. I’ve been careful not to force him to do anything. I just call, and if he wants to come, he comes…but he’s getting more willing to pay attention. [Ysabel would come when I called, infallibly, dear old girl.] But no comparisons are fair. Sei came to us as a young gentleman, a year old, and he’s got his own ways, which are very fine. Patience is my part in this transaction; trust, in his. So we have at least the beginning of a partnership. No, I’m not fickle: I feel Ysabel’s absence deeply, but I will do that for a long, long time. But Sei’s at a crossroads, and I can’t leave him there: I have to open the way for him to be him, and not ask him to be Ysabel, but to try to get those behaviors that are safety for a traveling kitteh, the willingness to be close to me, and to pay attention to my voice. He’s caught in a moment of change, and wondering what happened and if there’s now a room in the house that could be his, and he’s interested; I have to meet that willingness fairly, and if I shed a tear or two in the process, well, kittehs don’t understand that sort of thing half as well as they understand an offered lap and a cuddle.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Sei’s just very careful about coming onto Herself’s territory; but yesterday he spent most of the day under the chest of drawers in my room…rather a high legged chest, so I know he’s there, and he can watch things. He spent last night there, too, or at least was there this morning. This morning I […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":751,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3227","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-journal"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.cherryh.com\/WaveWithoutAShore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3227","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.cherryh.com\/WaveWithoutAShore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.cherryh.com\/WaveWithoutAShore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.cherryh.com\/WaveWithoutAShore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/751"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.cherryh.com\/WaveWithoutAShore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3227"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.cherryh.com\/WaveWithoutAShore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3227\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.cherryh.com\/WaveWithoutAShore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3227"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.cherryh.com\/WaveWithoutAShore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3227"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.cherryh.com\/WaveWithoutAShore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3227"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}