Cat Whiskers

This cat has only made friends with one person in its entire life, and now that person (my mother) is recovering in hospital and rehabilitation.

So, the cat waits . . . eats the food put out for it, drinks the fresh water every day, deposits the processed waste in the cat box and waits . . .

When anyone comes close to her lair, she growls. If they come closer, she spits and lunges, claws out.

The contraptioneer's hand is risked every day as he blind-aims the camera at arm's length for a picture to take to the cat's only friend.

In today's picture, I noticed that she has unusually long whiskers. Really quite a pretty cat, but with a terrible disposition.

Waiting . . .
Growling . . .

Come home, Mom!