Throughout the early (emphasis on
early) morning I occasionally woke up to find that Tommy was still sleeping on
the bed. I can’t remember the last time that she had slept on the bed with me
all night (or at least whenever I woke up). We slept in and didn’t wake up
until almost 8:00. I of course greeted Tommy and let her know how nice it was
to have some of her good old habits back.
We spent the morning playing,
resting, finishing laundry and folding. I didn’t do much resting and Tommy didn’t help very much with the laundry or
folding which was all my clothing, so I completely understand. She spent much
of her time supervising from her new resting pad, a grocery bag that she
commandeered when it was emptied but before it could be stored.
We spent a quiet day without much
incident. At one point Tommy did come
into the study to check up on me. I made the mistake of picking her up. As we
neared the living room where she would jump down onto the chair she got a
little to exuberant and one of her claws came in contact with my nose. I yelled
“Ouch!” as she jumped down.
After I did a little clean up and
placed a small bandage/dot on my nose I returned to find a very timid Tommy. I
felt bad because it was an accident and it wasn’t her fault. I tried to explain
it to her using yesterday’s stepping incident. I don’t know if she understood,
but we spent a few minutes just laying on our sides staring at each other. It
was one of those weird times when neither of us is sure whether it’s petting,
playing, or apology/forgiveness time. In a way it’s a time out for us to just
sit and enjoy each other’s company.
We played again later and had to
trim the fleece teaser. A loop was created by all her chewing and pulling when
we play and her claw was getting caught.
This also reminded me that tomorrow we need to have another mani/pedi
(paw/claw) date at Petco. Over the weekend, she was occasionally getting a claw
caught in the carpeting when we were playing, so she must need a nail trimming.
I hadn’t realized that it had been six weeks. I’m going to need to start
putting a reminder in my calendar to handle this every five weeks.
While I was typing in the study,
Tommy came in and as I put it “screamed.” This told me that something was up
that she wanted me to investigate. I got
down on all fours and followed her. About every six feet or so, she would turn
around and check to make sure I was following her. We got to the scratching post in the living
room and she just sat under it. I’m not sure what happened, but after a few
minutes, I was dismissed as she moved by the screen door and laid down.
Since I got Tommy I haven’t been
walking as much as I once did. I used to average about 100 miles per month.
Since it was such as beautiful day, I decided to take a walk. I went almost 5 miles and as I was on the
elevator going back to the condo I found out that I had lost my keys. Rather
than face the wrath of Tommy twice I went to retrace my steps. After walking
most of the route, I got a call from the front desk telling me that my keys had
been found in the driveway. After retrieving
the keys, I opened the door and found a very unhappy kitty. No amount of petting, treats and apologies
seemed to work. She was having none of it.
After walking over 9.6 miles, I
didn’t have any energy left. I showered, ate dinner and headed for the bedroom
before 9:00. Tommy stayed in the living room and under the dining room until I
finally brought her in around 11:00.
She first curled up on the bed and
then went to the window for some fresh air. I had a funny feeling that this
would be the routine for our sleeping hours.
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