I guess she planned to exchange pleasantries later. With a warning that I’ll likely not see Susan for a day or two because that’s her M.O. after a spook, she was off on her way.
I went back to the garage a few hours later and repeated Susan in many versions and voices. “Oh Suuuuuu-saaaaan.”
Another couple hours later, I returned. I heard a soft meow and a little head poke out from under the car. She came over to see me and allowed me to pet her. This was definitely not the fur-covered terror I had imagined. I put a hot dog in her food bowl. Yes, my plan was to suck up to my new cat with hot dogs.
She’d take a few bites and then return for a few pets. She repeated this pattern until the hot dog was gone.
Because it’s been so cold, she’s living in the garage for now. I was worried the first time I opened the garage door, she’d make a run for it and I’d never see her again. But when it came time to leave for work, she froze solid at the sound of the car starting and the door opening.
The next day — after another hot dog, for good measure — I decided to open the side door that leads to the backyard. I wanted her to get acquainted with the yard so she can eventually introduce herself to the resident mice. She stood in the doorway and was having no part of going outside.
Maybe the hot dogs are working too well.
Misty Knisely is managing editor of the Pharos-Tribune. She can be reached at 574-732-5155 or at firstname.lastname@example.org. Follow her on Twitter: @PharosMK