I am famous among my friends for having animals like me. I managed to worm a cantankerous cat — who’d claw anyone with the thought of giving him a pill — in under two minutes with no damage. I’ve been adopted by several cats and dogs, and I’ve had strangers’ animals run up to me and beg for attention, their owners baffled as their critter “doesn’t like people”. I’m a human capybara.
I currently flat in New Zealand, meaning I live in a small house with others. I’m lucky enough to have my own cat at home, but it does not stop me from learning about the others in the neighbourhood and making sure they know me.
We have only recently moved into our current place, and while I’ve made friends with a few of the cats up and down the street, I keep seeing one who seems to flee if a human so much as breathes near it. I always see a brief flash of a seal-point face before the fluffy tail streaks into the nearest cover. The closest I have managed to get is about four meters (around thirteen feet) with me holding perfectly still, only to have tried a half step toward it and have it flee again.
One day, I was walking home from a shopping trip. I didn’t have much, and nothing perishable, so when I saw the fleeing kitty, I was able to stop, and it stopped running.
It was inside a fenced-off yard with a wrought iron gate with gaps big enough for me to put my hand through. I stopped by it and crouched so the kitty could see me, put my fingers out as always, and made soothing sounds while looking away so it didn’t feel it was being watched. In this position, after about five minutes, it slowly crept to the garden beside the gate, sniffing at the wind. I realised I was downwind instead of upwind. I nearly lost the kitty to another fleeing moment as I moved to the other side of the gate — not far, but so I was a little more upwind. It settled again to stare from its long distance. I settled in, reading my book and letting my hand rest where it could creep up to sniff it.
Then, I heard it!
It was making a soft “Murroh?” sound at me, far removed from the usual sound I heard from nervous cats. I looked up and made the sound back at it. It looked so startled, jumping up and staring like I’d just screamed. I thought it was about to run again!
“Mrow?!” the cat asked.
“Mrow!” I mimicked.
Suddenly, the cat was charging at the gate like I’d opened a can of tuna. For a moment, I was sure it was about to bite me from the ferocity of the change. It hurled itself at the fence and butted, meowing loudly, and arching itself to demand pets.
When I responded to it, it realised that it had a friend, and it wanted to talk to me about everything it had seen and done. I spent a good fifteen minutes petting and praising it before moving to head home.
I have made a new kitty friend.
George had placed a toy right in front of me today, first time and I had spoiled him with treats on the hour every hour today.
Perhaps had over done it a little and that he might not ever bring me anything ever again but he is a good boy I told him.
Bribe him using food.
My minion never quite understood fetch, I’d throw a stick over the fence, she’d come back with the neighbour’s dog.
Hold your friends close, hold your enemies closer! 
That what interceptors are for! 
Before I had a minion, I rented a house with my sister and her friend. My blonde sister set it on fire. She and her friend got drunk as usual before going out partying, leaving a cigarrete burning in an ashtrey which fell into a chest of drawers.
I was asleep, woke up and went into the hall, couldnt see anything due to the thick smoke , found the fire in my sister’s bedroom. Saved the day and put it out.
When my sister got back from her night out, did she say thanks for saving the house, you are AWESOME, I am glad you didnt burn to death etc? Nope, she was pissed off that I wet the christmass presents in the drawer beneath the fire.
“You can pick your friends, but not your family”. Sadly.
I can see how this affects your game play style!
My Cat sleeps in shifts of 4 hours every 3 hours and I had adapted my rem sleep to maintain his schedule.
Mine had a simpler system, awake when I was , slept when I slept, her time with me was too precious for her to waste sleeping.
Frostpacker making George work for his kitty food.
I know of 3 Georges:
- George the Lobster
- George the Tortoise
and - George the Cat
all of them are majestic.
