Savannah’s dilemma was this:
She was deathly afraid! She was successful as a single entity; but was she truly happy? She thought so. Savannah felt strong, healthy, and even sexy for the first time since she was twenty two, but she was tentative. She knew herself; Savannah was an all or nothing kind of gal. In for a penny in for a pound was her motto. There was no half way; if she was in a relationship she wanted the whole shebang. Savannah was coming from a place of parents being together for sixty years and she couldn’t shake it. She had to be successful with the opposite sex some time didn’t she? She was frightened that if she started up a relationship with this man she just met, she couldn’t turn back, it was just not in her to ‘date’, Savannah knew it and Shadow knew it.
Sighing, she continued to tap her hip, as Shadow came back to the kitchen, looking up at her curiously. She gave Savannah a look almost to say, ‘You still here? Go get a life and stop looming over the food dish, you make me nervous!’ Savannah tapped her tail with her foot, just to make Shadow angry. Of course this proved to do just that, as she gave Savannah a strange little chirp, and a dirty look that only a cat could. Savannah didn’t care she was in a torturous mood, she tapped the cats tail again, as she took a niblet of cat food, threw it on the floor from her dish and again gave Savannah a scathing look. Savannah smiled down at her, which didn’t lighten her mood, not even a notch. She bit the kernel in half and chomped down on the piece in her mouth, leery of Savannah’s foot too close to her food. When she chewed the other half and had swallowed nicely, she turned to leave, but Savannah scooped her up in her arms instead, having put her coffee down on the counter. She gave Savannah a squeal of discontentment and held her at arms length with her velvet paws.
“We are having a conference, young lady. I need your advice.” Savannah told her. Much to her chagrin Savannah wasn’t loosening her grip, as they wandered to the living room and the leather couch that Shadow so nicely left her markings on. The perch was slippery and it took her claws to get onto the back of it, how else was she to survey her kingdom, watching warily out the window at the birds resting in her territory? She and Savannah had, had many words about this and as usual Shadow had won. This was her couch and Savannah was not to set a foot or a butt onto it, if Savannah did there were consequences of persecution afoot. There were cat regions and people regions, the bed, closets and the sofa were hers, Savannah could have the kitchen and the…..well kitchen! Even the bathroom was her domain, set foot in there and you were to be tormented to your wits end, the clawing of the door to get in was ominous to say the least, some of which could be ignored for a moment, but the cries that were emitted if she wasn’t allowed admittance to the tiny bathroom never went unheeded. There is only privacy with a cat if they decided to give it to you. There was permission grants to be issued, and if you didn’t abide by them there would be hell to pay.
But today Savannah was in control, she had Shadows undivided attention and until such time that Savannah granted her acquiescence she was staying on her lap. She knew and dreaded these aggressive moods that Savannah took on. Accepting her dilemma for a moment, she settled into a furry ball in her arms and gave Savannah a low warning growl, which she promptly ignored as Shadow had never made good on her threats. She never bit, or clawed anyone other than the couch and that was really only for leverage. She didn’t scare Savannah, and she knew it, but she thought she would try it on for size nonetheless. Everything was worth an effort in life even to a cat.
As Savannah looked down into her grey furry face, her eyes shifted from Savannah to the window and back, she tried to move but Savannah stood her ground. The eyebrows lifted one at a time, as the growl became a howl, and the front legs stiffened against Savannah’s arm. She pleaded with Shadow to stop, to no avail. Savannah told her this was important stuff she needed to conference on, Shadow didn’t seem to care! Shadow was a very joyful cat as long as you didn’t pick her up. She would listen to Savannah’s bantering for hours from a shoebox situated on the floor, but don’t carry her, or lift her in the air. This was unacceptable and not in the rule books!
