I adore our neighbor cat Gracie Jo, even though she has a prickly personality. She won't let me touch her, but she has been a great model for photographs for the six years I've known her and I think we understand each other.
Yesterday our friend/neighbor, who is Gracie Jo's "owner", was carried off in an ambulance and we're waiting to hear about his condition. As Sally and I are assigned in his will to take custody of Gracie Jo when he dies, we seemed to obvious choice to take care of her right now, while he's hospitalized. Even for him, her movements are unpredictable, but I have managed to feed her once yesterday, and a nice big meal today. She has rubbed against my leg each time, but--predictably--swatted me when I tried to touch her head.
This is me when Gracie Jo showed up today. She was in her driveway but there was a tabby in a standoff with her. When I got the intruder to leave she ate a bowl and a half of her food. We hung out for a while, too. She rubbed her head against me so many times, I absentmindedly tried to pet her. >
The rules haven't changed.