Jenny's default mode of existence when it comes to sharing her house with me is apparently "STOP TRYING TO KILL MEEEEEE!!!" She runs away in terror when I dare approach her. Because, oh no, she is the one who will approach me... assuming she feels like it. And God forbid you dare to try and reach out to touch her. Unless she approaches and demands to be petted, it just isn't done.

But somehow this just endears me to her more, because she's 110% a little princess, and any interactions with her are strictly on her terms.

Jake is more aloof, not bothering to move as I approach unless he's in weird panic mode... and willing to be petted without an invitation.

This past week when I was away for Thanksgiving, all their needs are met by feeding robots and litter box robots. I can check in via security cameras whenever I think about it (which is often) but they don't really need me for anything unless the food in the feeders runs out or the waste drawer in the litter box fills up.

And yet...

Jake misses me when I'm gone for work. He really misses me when I'm away from home. When he hears the garage door open, he runs to the bottom of the stairs where he'll wait for the pass-door to open... then make sure that it's actually me and not a rogue cat murderer stopping by... then come running to get petted. A lot.

Jenny, naturally, hides upstairs until she feels that Jake hasn't been cat murdered, then saunters down some time later.

At which point she'll decide if I'm allowed to touch her.