...Flitter loves me. Flitter being the other mother of kittens, the one who, although spayed, is too wild to come in. But she desperately wants company - she comes to the back door and rubs against it and purrs and does happy paws if I come over and put my hand against the glass where she is. Yet if I try to open the door she's gone in an instant.
But. Nearly every day she leaves a gift in that spot. I'm happy with the dead voles. Not happy with the dead birds - goldfinches, chipping sparrows, wrens, chickadees. Tonight I switched on the light and watched her chase a mouse around the deck. It will probably be tomorrow's gift.
She loves me, but as usual love's a mixed bag.