When I wake up things seem okay.
Tommy is yelling for me to wake up and she comes up on the bed. She lays near my feet which tells me now is
not the time to do her morning petting/rub down. When she comes closer and
indicates that she wants attention I try to pet me but she again goes into
biting mode. I do the usual “Ouch No”
and head to the study to work on the computer.
As I go out to the living room to
do the puzzles, Tommy comes over and rubs her face against my feet. I figure
it’s safe to try to pet her, but I’m wrong again. Although she doesn’t try to
bite, she moves to the screen door to the balcony and keeps her back to me.
When I finish the puzzles I figure she wants to be left alone, so I head back
to the study.
While I’m working in the study,
Tommy comes to check things out and does come up on the desk a couple times.
Whenever that happens I give her the attention that she wants. Once when she
licks my hand, she again decides to try to bite. When I respond with “Ouch,
No,” she jumps down, but returns again later and we try again. This time there aren’t any issues and she
doesn’t leave the desk until there is a noise outside that beckons her to
investigate.
Well, so much for progress. I was putting some clothes away in the closet
and Tommy came in as she always does. When it was time to leave I picked her up
as I always do and went to the bed to “deposit” her since she doesn’t like to
be carried. When she got on the bed I tried to pet her, but was again met by
biting and swiping with her paw. I figured this was a good time to leave her in
the bedroom and do the ironing.
When I finished, I found Tommy
lying on the bed and I could tell she was still upset. Usually when there’s
been a time out, she will meet me at the door and be a little meek. That isn’t
the case today. I don’t know what’s going on with her lately, but she isn’t the
wonderful cat I’ve learned to love. She must be starting to go through her
teenage defiant phase!
I forgot to run to the bank this
morning and have to travel all the way to Oak Creek. Tommy can tell that I’m
leaving and tries to duck out with me.
When I return she again just sits on the bed and doesn’t greet me. I
still give her a treat and we spend the next couple hours trying to get
along. She sits either on the shopping
bags on the dining room table or in her box in the living room. Once while she
was in the box I got up and she went running. The next time I get up I go
slowly. When I get near the box I try to calm her down and let her know that
I’m okay with her sitting in it.
I need to go a planning
meeting/game party. I thought that it was starting earlier, but found out that
it’s later and I will be gone during the Arab World fireworks. I turn the
television up louder than usual and hope for the best.
When I return home everything seems
okay. Tommy greets me at the door and although it’s very late we play for
almost an hour. I think we both appreciated the attention. When we head for
bed, Tommy plays the “Where’s Tommy?” game where she runs around the
bedroom/bathroom and then stops suddenly. When I ask “Where’s Tommy?” she’s
flying around the rooms again. Sometimes she puts her head behind the scratching
post; she’s probably just like little kids who think they can’t be seen when
they can’t see you. Tommy lets me know the game is over when she sits by the
window. That’s my cue to say good night, turn off the light and go to sleep.
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