Tuesday, August 25, 2020
Wingman...
"Slang. a man who helps, protects, or guides a friend or associate: the CEO's troubleshooting wingman. a man who helps a friend with romantic relationships, especially one who helps the friend attract a woman: When I walked into the bar, my wingman was already there, talking to two women."
I am not sure if I am the wingman or if Rufus is the wingman. The boy gets a lot of attention when he is walking on his leash. When he and I went for a walk yesterday evening, 3 woman wanted to pet him. I feel bad saying no, but in this time of Covid... no touching. And no getting closer than 6 feet.
When I explain why we aren't letting anyone pet Rufus currently, there is generally a moment of shock, then understanding. It is always cat-fans - often people who don't currently have a family feline, but they have had in the past. We get the same questions frequently: Was it hard to train him to walk on the leash? Is he a Maine Coon? Does he travel OK?
Answers: We put him on a leash the first week we had him. We think he is at least part Maine Coon; he has the size, look, and characteristics. Haven't done a DNA test on him, though. ;-) Yes, he is a good traveler... he is just generally a good boy, in case I haven't mentioned that before.
Rufus doesn't understand why I won't let people pet him. He is a pretty social boy, and likes the attention. But, for now, they can adore him from a distance. And, no touching.
This morning while sitting out on the patio...
He looks a bit gruff with the sun shining in his eyes. He isn't... he's a good boy. :-)
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