Not Cat took to our visitor straightaway. They met in the garden. He came to me with his tail up and kinked over at the top, then went to respond to her greetings, lifting his head to her hand.
That’s a confident cat, she exclaimed. We headed for the flat with himself prancing along with us. Inside the door to the building, he barrelled past her up the stairs. She was hefting a rather large and very green case, so her progress was understandably slower. Not Cat waited on the doormat as though for the world showing her which door she needed.
There was no hiding, no hint of shyness. He is getting increasingly bold with new people, but this was unprecedented. He was entirely comfortable. I did find him quietly checking out the green case, and her handbag got a few sniffs too. Maybe the information he picked up there was reassuring. He lay on his back at her feet, licked her hand, allowed himself to be picked up.
When she went to bathroom, he went too. He wasn’t sure about being shut in with her and I could hear him trying to open the door, but several hours later when she went again, this time leaving him outside, he was by the door waiting for her when she came out.
He sat on the sofa with her, purred, played and frustrated her attempts to photograph him.
I’d say Not Cat and Sophie Scott got on pretty well.