I originally found Cleo abandoned, huddling in a fire door on the tenth story of our apt building. I asked everyone on the floor if they were missing a cat. I even put up photos in the building and called all the shelters. Cleo was already fixed and declawed on all four paws which means someone put some money into her. The people who lived at the end of the hall (and the fire door) moved out that day so I always wonder if they just left her, or as our land lord suggested someone put her in the elevator as a joke and she got off on the top floor. When I picked her up for the first time she began to purr and lick me all over. She also nuzzled in close to my body and hugged me.
Five years later we are in a new condo in a new city and every time I come home from work Cleo is at the door. When it is opened she runs out into the hallway, all thew way to the end near the fire door, and rolls over submissively onto her belly and awaits me to pick her up and bring her inside.
Why do you think she does this? Can she remember when I first found her, or do you think she just likes the feeling of the hallway carpet on her paws?
Jason
Five years later we are in a new condo in a new city and every time I come home from work Cleo is at the door. When it is opened she runs out into the hallway, all thew way to the end near the fire door, and rolls over submissively onto her belly and awaits me to pick her up and bring her inside.
Why do you think she does this? Can she remember when I first found her, or do you think she just likes the feeling of the hallway carpet on her paws?
Jason