Me and Biggie

The cat my kids adopted, Biggie, has two lives.

One is when he is with me, alone in this flat. In that life he is shy, usually hiding in corners or other safe places.

The other is when my teens are here, when he comes out and moves up next to them on the couches or beds, lets them pet him and even occasionally purrs.

But when it's just him and me, I never try to force him to change his patterns; I figure that over time he will figure out I am also a harmless, shy creature, not really all that good at social interactions, at least not when I have to initiate them.

So I suppose I get where he is coming from, and maybe he is gradually getting to know my shyness as well.

Quite honestly, I do not know how to handle another creature living here with me. The only others who have stayed here with me, besides my kids, have been human females.

Now, I am much more comfortable living with females than males -- humans or animals. Who knows why or who even wants to know why.

But since no female I know of wants to live here with me, or is likely to take the action necessary to make that a reality, I guess I am stuck with Biggie.

It's just him and me, two awkward males without a clue.

Sometimes that's how life turns out, in the end...Strange roommates.

I do wish he would pay his part of the rent.

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