Tonight, after three days of trying to coax her to come to me, the black cat that has been hanging around the house where I work finally came to me.
Everyone said she was wild, that she wouldn't come, that she just runs away because she's scared.
But tonight, she came to me, first eating from my hand, and then, after an hour while I was just starting a movie at 3:35 AM, she shyly came up to me, started rubbing against my legs, and then suddenly jumped on me and lay down.
When I got up to pour her some milk, she jumped on the table and continued watching the movie until I brought her something to drink.
After she drank, she lay down on the sofa in the room and is now sleeping.
It seems she isn't as wild as everyone thought, and it confirms what I've always said, that all animals, mostly, can be tamed with a little time and love.
Now I'll have company during my night shifts, a black cat I've named ZMAJO because she reminds me of the dragon from the cartoon "How to Train Your Dragon."
Now, when I make food for work, I'll have to prepare some for Zmajo as well, because from now on, he's my night partner who works the night shifts with me.
