The morning starts out well, but
Tommy calls out to me and goes to her scratching post in the bedroom. I can’t figure out what she wants and we do
this little dance a few times. Then I
realize that when she uses the scratching post and I notice, she gets a treat.
She probably wants a treat but hasn’t realized why she gets one. She knows that
it has something to do with the scratching post.
I go to the kitchen to get a
seafood treat, but when I get there Tommy tries to bite my ankle, which is
something she hasn’t done before. I have
a dilemma, do I give her a treat (that she hadn’t really earned) right after
she did something inappropriate? I decide not to give her the treat, but we
instead spend more time together. We play for a short amount of time because it
doesn’t hold her interest. I try petting her, but every time we get to the neck
and chest, I can tell that she’s not in petting mode, but play mode. This means
that she may try biting again, so I go back to petting her head and ears.
The rest of the day goes well. I
tried to give Tommy some chewable hairball treats, but she doesn’t care for them.
When I mash them up with a turkey treat she does eat a couple. I’m not sure if
it’s worth the bother. I also put some catnip on her scratching post, but
instead of scratching to get it, she just vigorously licks the post.
Later when I’m working on the
computer Tommy becomes quite agitated and I get up to investigate. She goes
into the bedroom and sits on the scratching post and yells and yells. It
appears that my little girl loves catnip and wants me to become her
supplier. I get her to come up on the
bed and spend quite a bit of time calming her down. One of the things I enjoy
is when I’m petting her chest and neck, sometimes she’ll take one of her fore paws and move it over on top of my arm that’s not doing the petting. It’s
like she’s letting me know how connected we are.
I leave to do a couple errands and
get in a walk. When I return and open the bedroom door, Tommy isn’t sitting at
the door. She’s still on the bed, but does come down and let me know how she
feels about me leaving her. I’m glad that she’s starting to get used to not
having me around 24-7 (just most of the time).
I leave for a fund raiser event and
as I’m saying good-bye, I notice that the end of Tommy’s tail is beating on the
bed just like someone tapping a foot. She knows I’m leaving, but since I won’t
be gone “too long,” with any luck she’ll be sleeping when I return/sneak back
in.
When I return she’s awake and not
very happy to see me. Try as I might, there’s no winning her over tonight. I’m
not in the best of moods either, so we call a truce and turn off the lights.
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