Tommy woke up around 3:00 A.M. and
made a fuss. I can’t keep waking up in the middle of the night when she wants
attention, so I thought if I ignored it, she’d go back to sleep or amuse herself. Well, she did jump up on the bed by my feet
and fall asleep, so I thought I was on the right track.
I woke up at 7:45 to a silent
cat. All morning she hardly mad a sound.
At first when I tried to pet her, she moved her head away or in one case tried
to bite me. I even tried using the
temptation of a treat to get her to interact, but she would only come near for
the treat and then leave. She spent all
of the morning (other than it was litter box or nourishment time) either
sitting under the dining room table or on my shorts to be ironed on top of the
table.
When I would walk by, she’s
sometimes look at me and I would pet her. She would accept the gesture, but
made no attempt to initiate any interaction with me. I finally gave up and
headed into the study to work on transcribing my grandfather’s diaries. I
didn’t get through five days before Tommy came up to my feet asking for
attention. I couldn’t get her to jump
up, so I picked her up and put her on the desk. She started purring and spent
about five minutes with me walking around the desk and making sure that I
petted her.
When she jumped down she went into
the living room and I heard her playing starting to play with a foil ball and
then called out to me. I thought that it might finally be play time. Wouldn’t
you know she’d want to play right when I needed to get ready to leave to visit
my relatives during the afternoon.
As I was getting ready, Tommy understood what
was happening. As I exited the shower suddenly my silent little kitty became
quite vocal and positioned herself right next to the bedroom door. I wasn’t
getting out without her. As I was getting dressed I told her that I would be
visiting some of her aunts and uncles, and she moved over towards the bed. When
I finished, I went over to the bed and got out the treats which Tommy knew
would be put on the bed. I sprinkled a few on the bed, said good bye and headed
out not knowing what Tommy’s attitude would be when I returned.
When I returned home I found a very
grateful cat who almost rubbed the skin right off my legs. She also received a present, but I didn’t
have any C batteries, so she will have to wait until Sunday to enjoy her new
amusement. She did enjoy playing in the
small Tommy Hilfiger bag where I put her little catnip mouse. She was getting caught in the handles, so I
removed them.
I watched the remainder of the
Badger game and Tommy hid under the dining room table. I don’t think that she
cared for my tone during the game. I did
crawl under the table at one point to apologize for scaring her with a sudden
outburst. She probably thought that the frustration in my voice was directed at
her.
When we played before bed I noticed
that there was a little red spot on her right lower eye lid. I got a clean damp
cotton ball and after some fussing and escape moves I was able to clean
it. Although I was originally frightened
by what appeared to be a small wound, I thought I should check it in the
morning since it didn’t seem to be bleeding, oozing anything, etc. After that
experience. Tommy headed for under the bed. I hoped that during the night she
would feel comfortable enough to jump up on the bed to sleep.
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