Tonight, as I was having dinner with Agnes (she likes spaghetti bolognaise, although prefers marinara), after I’d made her have a shower and put on some old clothes of mine, she comes up OK with a scrub, Ductile wandered in as though everything was normal and as though she hadn’t been a missing cat for over a week. She calmly curled up in front of the fire and went to sleep.
Later, while Agnes and I were on the couch together watching Sex and the City 2, Ductile climbed onto Agnes’ lap, made herself comfortable, and went back to sleep. When I went to pat her, she hissed at me. Then, when Agnes went downstairs to her bedroom, Ductile followed her. It seems Ductile prefers Agnes to me. Great. Another rejection.