The Mother-cat

We know each other for already a decade. One would say that’s long enough for the initial distrust to soften to an at least courteous toleration. One would but she wouldn’t. No matter what I do she refuses to accept me and in the “cat and mouse” game she plays both parts and I’m the cheese. Fondling is out of the question. When I see her lying on the sofa resting I have only one shot to pet her and I have to attack swiftly to catch her off guard before she realizes what goes on and that it’s my hand touching her. Once she does a warning snarl is heard and if I try again there are claws added to the snarl. I envy her-she’s a cat and as a cat she’s forgiven by default. I wish it were as simple in the world of humans.