I was just away for eight days, and during that time a young friend-of-a-friend came over to feed and water CC and water the plants. She came every other day, replenishing the dry food and water and putting out a third-of-a-can of Fancy Feast.

When I came home late last Thursday, CC immediately emerged from the bedroom, meowing nonstop. (Her voice is more of a gentle creak than a meow, which mine would be too if I’d spent three years in a forest.) She loved up against my ankles and happily accepted my rubs on her head and back.

But what really made me happy was hearing from my cat-feeder that CC also came over and let her give her rubs! This means it isn’t just me she’s comfortable with; she likes people in general.

Good to know!