Now that Toffee is gone, I receive visits from many curious creatures. Lately several cats have stopped by to check in on me. With no barking Yorkie to chase them away, they seem to be curious. Or maybe they smell the mouse that lived here briefly.
One day as I sat doing some work at my dining table, within less than 10 minutes I had 4 cats stop by to look in. At least two live in the neighbourhood and the others are strays. This evening Milo (a black and white cat that lives in a quadraplex behind my house) stopped by to watch me change the lock on my front door. He is still very shy but did stop and stare for quite a while.
I am not a cat person. In fact, I really don’t like cats. But, before I became Toffee’s human, I also didn’t like or trust dogs! Now that my daughter has two beautiful cats, I might just start to like cats after all.
I think a lot of times we decide not to like something because of fear or other uncertainty. When I was quite young and few times since, I had some scary encounters with dogs. One that I remember vividly was being chased by a German Shepherd through an orchard while I was on my bike. Many times in Thailand I was threatened by dogs. Cats are a different story — I’m allergic to most cats, so try to stay away from them.
What other things have I missed out on because of fear or perceived threat?
Reflections 