A couple of days ago, Max and I were walking along, when I noticed a pretty white cat. “No problem,” I thought, since there was a decently tall wall next to the sidewalk. “Maxwell will never know it’s there.” The cat could hear Max, and was standing absolutely still (presumably until the danger had passed).
Sadly, much as he wagged his tail, his new Friend was not interested in coming any closer to say Hi, or join in any sort of sniffing ritual. And try as he might, jump as high as his little legs would allow, stand on his tippiest tip toes….
Maxwell could not get himself any closer to the new Friend.
For the rest of the walk, Maxwell was jittery and jumpy. Every single thing that might have been his new Friend the Cat, he insisted on checking out – just in case.
Sadly for him, most of the items were rocks, pumpkins, and other non-cat fall decorations.