Raleigh’s campaign for friendship with the other beasts is not limited to one target. This evening, he tried his peachy charm on Cammie. He sometimes will lie close to her bed, but this is the first time I have observed him between the princess and her water-bowl. Cammie knew he was there, and hissed several times. Raleigh didn’t move, and I spoke to them, trying to keep Raleigh there while calming Cammie. To my surprise, the latter didn’t move away in a huff, but contented herself with growling deep in her throat like Nick Nolte, and revolving on her cushion so she need not be so close to the intruder. But she didn’t leave.
I don’t believe that Raleigh thinks he will win every feline heart. I think it is simply that he cannot imagine anyone taking offence at his presence. He will walk in front of other cats, step over them if they are lying down, and put his nose into a food-bowl, to see if they’d like to share. There is no challenge in these actions, no daring; just an obliviousness to any annoyance he might be causing. It’s difficult not to sympathise with such innocence.