She’s got an “I dare you” look on her face, though.
You are not wrong...lol...
It's only been since Dec that I've had her, we are learning still.
I lay my hand down by her hind feet...she pushes hard against me with them..but no claws.
Then, she lets me rub belly, etc. She has to have control and feel safe. Then, she's a purr-ey cuddle monster.
Love and trust....can't have one without the other.
I know she cares for me and she rubs on me and purrrrz constantly...but trust is hard for her.
I think she was a semi-feral or barn cat..maybe even kitten mill..IDK. But when I feel teeth or claws, I just tell her firmly NO OW...and she's learned to let go. I have scars to prove it though.
She's not an older well-mannered house cat like Tiki; she's violent, strong as hell, fast and brutal. Stubborn, immature, and willful too. A nearly 10lb kitten basically.
But, behind all that, she wants to be loved and snuggled and cared for. She knows I am there for her.
When I leave the Apt., most of the time she waits for me on the back of the couch near the door like a puppy.
She curls up next to me at night now too...when she feels like it. If not, I just hug her and pet her and tell her nite-nite in her bed, then we go our ways to sleep. She'll merrp at me if I forget.
I've had to learn that she isn't rejecting me by not sleeping in a bed with me like Tiki did from the first night. She's just being a different and much younger cat than the one I spent that last 8yrs with.
Building a relationship takes years.