Since Lucy came into our lives about eighteen months ago she’s gained in confidence and is now a very independent young lady. When she first came to us every noise was a threat and she was spooked by the slightest thing – you only had to look at her in the wrong way and she’d scamper off and hide. These days she’s still a bit skittish and often charges out through her catflap (usually accompanied by much scrabbling of paws as she loses grip on the hard floor and experiences terminal understeer!) if you walk towards her a little too quickly. However, she always realises that she’s over-reacted and comes back in again pretty quickly. During the day she takes regular strolls around her patch, climbing the high fence at the back of our garden to see what’s going on beyond. She likes hunting in the evenings (many times I’ve been presented with a furry or feathered present – we even received a live frog recently!) but she spends most of the night asleep in her favourite spot on the sofabed in the spare room. Recently she’s taken to coming into our bedroom at 4.30am like clockwork and trampling over us in an attempt to persuade us that it’s light so it must be time to get up. Thankfully she doesn’t come armed with a baseball bat like Simon’s Cat
(do follow the link if you don’t understand the reference – it’s hilarious!) and either settles down beside our feet or returns to the spare room to sleep until we decide to get up. All in all, she’s the model of an independent cat, albeit one that’s rather fond of us and is always pleased to see us when we get home!