Mocha came home with me nearly three years ago. I’ve written about her here before. She was dumped at my vet’s office. While there, she met my Scotty, and they fell into deep friendship.
While she was a love-bunny with Scotty (now departed this earth), she has never become relaxed with me in these three years.
She will be affectionate when I am sitting on the sofa … if she comes of her own volition. And she cuddles with me in bed … when she chooses to do so.
But when she is sitting around and I make a move to touch her, she runs. She may be sitting on the heating pad I made for her. But if I move to love on her, she runs. … She may be lying on the bed when I come into the room … but she runs if I move down to love on her.
I wonder how long it is going to take before she trusts me. I have had her here for three years … giving her nothing but love and safety and tenderness. And yet something in her past makes her skittish.
Of course, I'm not just talking about cats here. I wonder if God is asking the same questions about me.