"Growing up I had this cat who was a rather independent creature. He stayed outside most of the time and would always sit just out of reach when inside. He’d bite or run if you tried to pet him, and he wasn’t particularly cuddly. For most of the time we had him, he was basically like a house plant to me.
One day after a particularly bad day at school, I went into the wood by my house to be alone and cry. After a bit my cat comes up and starts rubbing against me and purring. We sat there awhile. After that, he started hanging around me a lot more often. Incidentally at that time I was making waffles a lot (because it’s what I knew how to cook), and would often give him little bits of the crust which he seemed to enjoy,
