Callie and I communicate non verbally, and I can usually read her facial and body expressions without her saying a thing to me. On the other hand, with Michael, she shouts at him as if he is hard of hearing. Where as I will get a small nod of the head and a chirp, he gets a full blown meow, backed up with another just in case he didn’t understand the first one. They go back and forth and back and forth like this and the variety of sounds she produces is quite amazing.
He will ask her how she is doing and she will blast back, “I am fine, what about you?” and it goes on and on and on. If I step into the mix and interrupt them to ask Callie a question, I am met with silence and a condescending stare. Michael will then continue his conversation with her and the two of them will leave me out in the cold.
I have also mentioned before that she is very private about her relationship with Michael at night while I am sleeping, and will flee if I come into the room and spot her in his arms. She does not want to get caught snuggling up to him after I have gone to bed. She usually follows me into the bedroom at night, and after I have fallen asleep, and have stopped tossing and turning, will sneak out ever so quietly.
Now where did that come from? I am not jealous of their relationship in the least, and love to see Michael and her together. Callie buries her head deep into the arm rest as she snuggles next to his side, and purrs loudly as he strokes her tummy and back. The hussy will then fall sound asleep, but will wake up with a start if she hears me enter the room. If I catch her unaware and she wakes up, Callie leaps out of his arms with an alarmed look on her face, and lands on the floor with a thud. She will then quickly groom herself as if she has been sitting on the floor all along.
I have started talking soothingly to her before I even walk into the room, and will praise her for taking such good care of him if I see that they are together. That seems to be doing the trick! Callie now reluctantly stays put, but will give me a look that I interpret as, I should be the one to leave, and not her. Such is life with a cat in the house.