Hunter is my cat. She had surgery on May 30. She is doing very well, but she is no longer the cat she used to be. Her whole personality has changed. Whereas before she would happily go on the porch with me, she now wants to stay inside. I know she’s safer in here. I just miss her company when I’m outside.
She hangs out with me in the kitchen. My washing dishes fascinates her. She explores more. She is more active.
She still hates the dog, but probably will not fight her. I hesitate to let them be together because I know Hunter does not run from dogs. She sits still and calls them names (quietly in her mind) while waiting for them to wander off.
One time when I came home from a trip and both she and my black dog ran to greet me, they got in a fight over who I loved the most, I guess . . . so knowing how much they loved me, I stuck my foot between them to break up the fight. They both bit me on the ankle. That was a bad idea, except it worked! I screamed in pain and they both took off in opposite directions.
I’ve had Hunter for years, and years, and years. I love the new improved Hunter, but sometimes I miss the old one.