It musta been the pork chop...
Or the milk. Whole, that-- all the good fats and stuffs.
Or mayhap the queso bits? Definitely the queso bits, at least tonight.
But the pork chop yesterday, ah yes... I was able to get TigerKitty-- one of the ferals-- to actually come to my call for the first time.
She'd been squeamish about my petting her before, and oft skittered off the porch when I'd head out there where we keep some dried food to supplement the lean hunting days.
I'd reached the point where, if I squatted still and long enough she'd give in and come get a warm handrub for a bit. Now she doesn't skitter, the loving is taken in stride, and the petting is not only tolerated but sought. The pick-her-up is still bothersome for her-- even in the twenty-two degree night. But I can't resist trying, passing on at least a smattering of body warmth.
The Pork Chop (actuallt bits of pig prom some fried rice)? Yes, it's bribery. Pure and simple.
I'm okay with that.
Okay? nah... damn proud, actually. :D
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