Mr Big Lou spends most of his waking hours being scarred of me. He is sometimes too scarred to come into the house when I open the door for him, unless of course its teatime. Even then, once he has had his fill he scurries away, cowering as he goes. To a casual observer it could easily appear that Mr Big Lou was subjected to daily thrashings with a large stick.
If he sees me moving towards him he will find an escape route that avoids any contact. He never comes in when I call him and has never, ever sat on my lap. Many times when I enter a room he immediately shoots off at high speed.
Very occasionally and without warning Mr Big Lou will jump on the bed at night and lay down as close to my side as he can. Through the duvet I can feel him pushing his weight against me with quite some force. He then lets me stroke him and scrunch his fur in a rough but tender manner. After a few minutes he has wrapped his big forelegs around my arm and is gently flexing his immensely powerful claws against my arm. He does this without ever being too rough or scratching me. Sometimes he will pull my hand towards his huge mouth in a way that most cats do when they want to "play" bite. Not Mr Big Lou, as my finger reaches his powerful jaw he simply licks it. All the time this is going on he is purring so loudly that I fear he may wake the house.
Then, again without warning, he leaps up heavily and is gone. I remain and wonder if I had been dreaming but then convince myself that sometimes even Mr Big Lou needs to be loved.
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That was a lovely story my friend, it bought a little tear to my eye and a lump in my throught. Poor Big Lou. Maybe the world is all a bit too much when its full of tall things?
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