Kitty Chronicles: The art of weaving

Have your ankles ever been rubbed by a friendly cat who wanted to greet you?

Cats often affectionately rub against anyone who might be standing nearby.

It's the beginning of a fine art, this rubbing.  

A dip of the chin and a tilt of the head as the top of her head meets your unassuming leg.  

A gentle rub down through the neck, as she walks forward to further caress the length of her body.

Near the end, a swish of her tail completes the transaction.

Ah... but a quick pivot enables her to repeat the process over and over again.  

Back and forth.  Back and forth.  

The more skilled feline will take the leg rubbing session to another level, however.

With the promise of food or drink coming from the ankle's owner, she follows the legs as they walk toward the source of food.  

Walk beside the moving legs?  No.

Instead, she skillfully weaves in and out of the swishing legs,
perfectly timing her entrances and exits so as not to harm her benefactor.

Here, it becomes a fine art, this weaving.  

A synchronized dance between feline and owner.

The feline displaying her true sense of grace, beauty, and timing.

Is this ability inherent in all cats?
Nope.  And definitely not in ours.
Beauty, temperance, speed, agility.  Twig has been blessed with all of these.
But with graceful leg rubbing?  Not so much.
As Twig approaches to rub your legs, he lowers his head, moves forward, and....
CONKS squarely into your shin.  It's more like a football tackle than anything.
Then, as he continues his rubbing attempt, his forward movement clumsily bumps along your leg like sticky sneakers on a gym floor.
And then, abruptly, he's finished--ending all too quickly.
Twig's is a dance all right.  But it's more slam dancing than ballet.