Kitten latched onto[15] my son and not me. She sat in the door of his room and hissed or growled[16] at me when I walked by. For two years she only left his room for her food or to use her litter box.
She began to get brave and come down the stairs, but only when my son was home. If he wasn’t home, she’d sit half way down the stairs. When I walked by, she’d hiss, reach through the rails, swat me in the arm and run back up the stairs.[17]
My wife Ginny was home during the day. When it was quiet, Kitten came down the stairs, sat on the floor and stared at her. If Ginny moved, Kitten fled[18] up the stairs.
After several months of this behavior, Kitten finally came close enough for Ginny to scratch[19] her neck, but it was always on Kitten’s terms. If Ginny tried to pet her anywhere else, Kitten bit her.
By the third year, Kitten would occasionally jump up beside Ginny but run away if Ginny made the slightest movement.
In the fourth year, my son moved out. As I suspected years ago, Kitten would be mine. I was finally able to pet her. I’d come home from work and she’d sit by my feet and allow me to stroke[20] her soft fur.
I received a job offer in Boise, Idaho, which was three thousand miles from our home in Fort Lee, New Jersey. “Michael, what are we going to do with the cat?” Ginny asked. “You know what she’s like. She’ll never survive four days in the cab[21] of the rental truck.”
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