Dewdney here. I've been making some changes in my life. It started when I arrived at my foster home. I began as pure black cat but it wasn't working for me. I began to add some lovely white highlights and I think I have my coat just as I like it. I've always been affectionate, enjoying a good pet or belly rub. Now I'm toying with the idea of becoming a lap cat. I'm still not sure if that's what I want to be but if you don't try it you'll never know.
As I'm sure you know my foster sister Wilson is easily startled. I've been doing by best to show her that the world is not as frightening as she thinks. It's been working for the most part. To work on her self esteem I let her think that she's the boss. Letting her push me out of the way when she decides it's her turn to get some attention. Letting her snuggle up to me on my favorite chair. It's working, however we must not tell her that I'm letting her do all that and let her think she's the boss. Those in the know know that I am the Boss. I am the one that protects my foster parent from the creatures that they can't see by guarding the door to the bathroom. I must hiss at the interlopers that live in the bedroom, especially when they have the audacity to make their presence known by putting a paw under the door. I let them know when it's dinner time, bed time, time for treats or time to give us extra lovin'.
Without me the house would be in shambles, that's the burden of being the boss.