Kitty Kitty
Kitty Kitty was described as a very sociable, friendly boy who would happily walk up to any stranger. I love to hear that about cats I am about to rescue. There is never a guarantee that the cat will be that friendly with me in the tree, but the odds are certainly much better. I certainly understand that many cats have legitimate reasons for not fully trusting me when I climb up to them in the tree, but I still often tend to be a bit naive and expect all cats to welcome me, and it sometimes hurts my feelings when they run away in fear. I try to explain to them, "I'm a good guy." "You can trust me, kitties," but I don't know how to convey that message convincingly to every cat in a way they understand.
With Kitty Kitty, however, I didn't need to convince him. True to his reputation, he assumed the best from me and immediately came to me as soon as he saw me approaching. No introductions were necessary, but I let him sniff my hand as a formality before petting him and letting him push his head into my hand. I spread the bottom of the cat bag over my lap, and he stepped on my lap without the need for any coaxing or reassurance. He confidently sat down on my lap facing me with full trust in his eyes even while I pulled the bag up around him to secure him for the ride back down to the ground.
