HIYA!! SAVANNAH HERE!!!
Those of you who have been with me from the beginning of my blog know that I suffer from being an ‘Adult Cat Survivor of Kittenhood Trauma’. I am not attempting to make fun of the humans who are struggling with this challenge. But I have always, with my blog, tried to bring to the attention of humans that many adult cats and dogs also must find ways to move through recovering from abuse which might easily have occurred when we were very young.
Lucky for me, I have a forever home which gives me all of my basic needs and lots more. About fifteen months ago Mom and Dad introduced me to a new feline family member. Her name is Sage. I have been struggling ever since to learn what the heck I am supposed to do with HER??!!

The Kid Sage
The Kid Sage learned very early in her life to play with other cats. She had a sister, Rosemary, and they played, laughed and loved their humans. So Sage knows about ‘playing nice with others’…sadly…I do not.
I have decided to share with my followers the attempts I have been making over the last month to learn how to play with The Kid Sage…who would play with ANYONE if she had the chance….sigh…

Seriously? You want to ‘surprise’ me?!!
She seems to believe that I, another cat, cannot ‘smell’ her when she gets close.

ummm….ya know I ‘know’ you are in there…right???!!
But she is so eager to play with me…she just keeps on coming…

Sheeesh! As though I don’t know she is right there
Sage seems to realize when she has overstepped her ‘boundaries’ with me…and she desperately searches for a way to disengage. At this point it is all I can do to not chuckle over her own self devised predicament.
Does Nana see me?
Is Nana still there?
Am I safe at last???
I do try to respond; but most often it is with…sadly…a hiss…as I do not know what else to do. But…I snarl less and I try to find ways to disengage that will not cause either of us to ‘lose face’ so to speak.

I am leaving TKS. Another time perhaps
Be sure to visit again on Monday as I share another even more recent chapter in my diary as I learn to actually ‘be’ a cat.
Paw Pats, Savannah