Patches

I'm Patches, and I like to begin from the quiet edge of things, usually near a doorway or just close enough to watch the room decide what kind of day it's having. I may not rush right into the middle, but I am paying attention. I notice soft voices, gentle hands, and the exact moment someone becomes safe enough to approach. Once I trust the scene, I lean into pets like I have been saving them in my pocket all morning.<br/><br/>I have lived with other cats before, so I understand the little language of sharing space: the slow blinks, the polite pauses, the pretend-not-looking look from across the room. I'm affectionate in a careful, sincere way, and my smart little mind likes to make sure the path is clear before my heart comes trotting after it. Give me a calm moment, a kind hand, and a reason to believe the room is mine too, and I will keep choosing to come closer.

I'm Patches, and I like to begin from the quiet edge of things, usually near a doorway or just close enough to watch the room decide what kind of day it's having. I may not rush right into the middle, but I am paying attention. I notice soft voices, gentle hands, and the exact moment someone becomes safe enough to approach. Once I trust the scene, I lean into pets like I have been saving them in my pocket all morning.

I have lived with other cats before, so I understand the little language of sharing space: the slow blinks, the polite pauses, the pretend-not-looking look from across the room. I'm affectionate in a careful, sincere way, and my smart little mind likes to make sure the path is clear before my heart comes trotting after it. Give me a calm moment, a kind hand, and a reason to believe the room is mine too, and I will keep choosing to come closer.

I'm Patches, and I like to begin from the quiet edge of things, usually near a doorway or just close enough to watch the room decide what kind of day it's having. I may not rush right into the middle, but I am paying attention. I notice soft voices, gentle hands, and the exact moment someone becomes safe enough to approach. Once I trust the scene, I lean into pets like I have been saving them in my pocket all morning.

I have lived with other cats before, so I understand the little language of sharing space: the slow blinks, the polite pauses, the pretend-not-looking look from across the room. I'm affectionate in a careful, sincere way, and my smart little mind likes to make sure the path is clear before my heart comes trotting after it. Give me a calm moment, a kind hand, and a reason to believe the room is mine too, and I will keep choosing to come closer.