Monday, August 18, 2014: Another Visitor Who Comes Bearing a Gift

Tommy woke up at her usual 4:00 time and seemed to be irritated. I tried to calm her down, but it didn’t last long.  I continued to be awakened occasionally and finally gave up at 6:45 A.M. I started the day with the usual routine, but Tommy didn’t want to be petted, so I knew that I’d get a lot done while I waited for her mood to change. I finished the puzzles and started making bread. Tommy surprised me by coming over to watch. She stayed away from the pantry/closet when I asked her so I could get out the big mixer. When I left the whip attachment on the cart, Tommy jumped up to check it out. Unfortunately she also licked it, so I had another item to wash.

She sat quietly and watched while I was in the kitchen. After I put the dough in the bowl to rise, Tommy decided that it was time for a nap and headed to the bedroom to sleep under the bed while I headed to the computer. I got everything I needed to do on the computer and shaped the dough into loaves.  Tommy didn’t reappear until the bread was baked and then she was curious about the aroma.

In the afternoon we played in between cleaning and preparing for company.  When my friend stopped over to meet Tommy all went well. Tommy as always impressed the company and even rubbed her head against my friend’s legs. We thought that maybe it had something to do with the fact that my friend had cats and Tommy was just letting her cats know that she had been with Tommy.

We went out for dinner and when we returned Tommy was again a good hostess. In fact, I swear she understands English. When my friend and I were talking about Tommy not liking to be picked up or sit on someone’s lap, my friend picked her up and put her on her lap. Tommy waited a moment and then jumped down. She then came over to me and jumped on my lap. I wasn’t sure if she was showing me that she knew to whom she was loyal or that she was just trying to be fair and sit on both laps. She didn’t stay on my lap very long either, but as they say, “It’s the thought that counts!”

After my friend left, Tommy was given a treat of some home grown catnip that my friend had brought over for Tommy. She devoured it and then seemed to be a bit aggressive. I left her alone and worked in the kitchen. When I finished, she was on her dining room chair and seemed much calmer. I petted her and let her know that all was well.

We spent a quiet evening and then headed to bed early since Tommy was already falling asleep. She seemed to get a second wind once we got in the bedroom but settled down again after showing me that it was too early to be in bed. I know that sooner or later she’ll be sound asleep next to me on the bed.