In most respects I have a normal cat. Zuki sleeps pretty much all day, materializes instantly at my feet as soon as I even think about getting some cheese and is snuggly enough... As long as it is on her terms. Most of the time I think she likewise finds me to be an adequate person. I mean, sure, I am frustratingly slow to learn that the dry pebbles I put in her dish every morning are not food but she remains hopeful I'll come around one of these days. For the most part we each go about our days with our paths only occasionally intersecting.
There is one time, however, when Zuki seems to think I need help. I truly believe she thinks that whenever I go to the bathroom I get trapped. After I walk into this little dead end of a room I must get confused and can't find my way out so my only option is to sit down and wait for someone to rescue me. This is when Zuki leaps into action. She meows outside the door until I let her in. Every time it is the same: she lets me pet her 2-3 times while rubbing my legs and looking at me. She then sits at the door and stares at it until I open it. She leaves and I close it after her cause I'm not done yet. Since I am apparently still stuck the process repeats until I 'understand' I need to follow her out. If I can't or just don't open the door, then she cries for me to open it and then will sit a few feet away and stand watch until I emerge. At this point she always runs away as if to say "quick! This way!" Once i am safely freed she goes back to sleep and I don't see her again for hours. But I have to admit it is rather sweet in a way and it is good to know that she cares.
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