Vigilance

I'm still looking at her... Every hair in her fur has three colors, her eyes are like glass marbles, her ears are like a bat's ears - huge and almost bald. Maybe I should call her "Radar"?

When did it happen?

Suddenly, the Bloodthirsty Puma has changed to The Cuddler. The Incredible Cuddler. Take a dog, a cat and mix it with a mother-loving child: there you have it. I haven't enough hands, arms, knees and tummys...

One step ahead...

...of the wardrobe if we are not in her sight. And no more. She's looking. She's listening. She's studying us suspiciously. She doesn't yell at night any more. She hisses when I get my hand among clothes to tickle her ears. But she doesn't run. If I try take her out of the wardrobe, she makes swollen scrapes on my hands. A wild cat from jungle.

Don't touch me!

Frightened ball of golden fur is sitting in my wardrobe hidden among clothes. She hisses and scratches. Don't touch me. I hate you. There is a nightmare in the middle of the night. It doesn't sound like a meow. More like monkey's yell somewhere in a jungle. MAUUUUUEEEEE!!!!! Maybe one more week like that. Or maybe two...