My cat has finally forgiven me for having a boyfriend. The first night Eric slept here I woke up and Tristan was sitting by the door of my room, the most angry glower I have ever seen fixed firmly on his face. He boycotted me for months, occasionally making a foray onto my bed to offer a tentative sniff at Eric’s foot. Sometimes we’d wake to find him asleep between our legs, and he’d let us pet him while his ears swung wildly back and forth. I had to explain to Eric that cats don’t wag their tails when they’re happy, that this is often a sign of wariness and aggression. Instead they hold them aloft as they weave contentedly through your legs.
Something in Tristan changed and he’s decided Eric is okay. This started when he got over his fear of him - my cat is notoriously shy and terrified of new people and experiences. He’s still afraid of Eric’s guitar, but this is a new thing. He’s never seen an instrument played live before, only listened to my endless singing. When we live together, when he and Eric and I co-habitate and Eric comes home from work and forgets himself in music, then Tristan will be forced to accept his noisy new roommate.
Even better, sometime in the last few weeks Tristan must have realized he missed me. He wakes me up twice a night, pouncing and meowing all over my body. When Eric leaves in the morning he streaks upstairs and lets me put him on the bed to sleep with me until I have to go to class. I wake from naps to find him on my legs, and he struts confidentially around my room, leans into my caresses, holds his tail up high. He follows me endlessly around the house and is a frequent guest in bed with us in the mornings. I really missed him. I’m so glad he’s back.