My cat isn’t very catty.
To start with, she’s turned vegan. She won’t touch wet food unless it’s swimming in sauce, in which case she licks the sauce off, carefully shoving pieces of meat out of the bowl. I’m reconciled with her dietary requirements and keep on buying her meat in sauce, throwing the meat out, so that she doesn’t live on dry food only.
She’s a poor jumper. Here’s where I decided not to put up with having to put her up on elevated surfaces and started to teach her to climb. The other day I noticed two stray cats outside of the window and a marten on a tree. I thought it would be of interest to the cat, to socialise with her fellows through the glass, so I put her up on the window sill. She loved that but took several weeks to learn to jump up on her own. Now she’s quite proficient in perching precariously on the rather narrow sill or balancing on the radiator and she even looks comparatively elegant when jumping up.
The next thing, the cat didn’t use to sleep in my bed because I wouldn’t allow her and she didn’t show any inclination to do so anyway. Two years later or so, I changed my mind. Feeling somewhat lonely and gradually getting used to the idea that I’ll sooner end up a crazy cat lady than finding myself a human company, I decided to teach the cat to sleep with me in the bed. The first attempt was a disaster and the cat jumped down right away when I placed her on what I designated her half of the bed. There was no second attempt because a while later I turned around to see the cat napping on the bed already. Since then she’s been making me company.