I had a major breakthrough with little Thatch this morning which was quite wonderful. The Thatch in the stories is not the actual Thatch at all, more my wishful projection, but he becomes more trusting and less paranoid daily. I did develop a headache this morning, so I took some Tylenol and lay down for a bit. Thatch joined me, and the longer we lay there, the more curious about me he became. He started climbing and walking over over me as he would get on and off the bed. I think he wanted to sleep in the cat tree, but Annabelle has appropriated it today. He would occasionally walk to the foot of the bed just to see if she were still there. Usually, she's up in the book cases. Then he'd wander about, come back and lie down with me.
Around 1:15, he started his perambulations again, climbed up on my chest, and then lay down on it. He stayed there for maybe ten minutes when he rose, continued his walk off my chest, and plopped down in the space between my right arm and my chest. He curled up, decided he liked it, and then spect the next 15 minutes or so grooming himself there. He's usually so frightened of anyone getting too close to him, much as he craves the affection, that he likes to be petted but not enclosed. This is good.
