I mentioned in the previous posting that Belin, the head resident cat at Longwood, totally ignored me on Christmas Day because I never feed him.
Just a week before, the weather was unusually warm, and he was sunning himself in front of the Peirce-du Pont House as the visitors streamed by. For whatever reason, an approaching woman visitor unzipped her large pocketbook. That sound was like a ringing dinner bell to him. He jumped up, ran over to her with tail held high (he almost never runs), putting on his best “Your Adoring Friend” act. The woman, absorbed with her pocketbook, did not see him and was totally unaware of any of this while I laughed at his obvious fakery. Of course, she did not feed him. When she came out a few minutes later, she, too, was ignored like the rest of us.