Tommy and I had a leisure morning.
I had a lunch appointment with some friends, so I could take my time. Tommy
seemed to enjoy her grass although lately she’d been pulling the entire mass
out of the container and then would look at me to fix it. It seemed that she doesn’t like to eat her
grass when it laying sideways on the carpet.
I left for lunch and to stop at the
library to do some research. When I returned after about three hours, Tommy
started following me around the condo.
We played and napped through the afternoon.
When it was time for supper, Tommy
was ready to enjoy helping number 2 of her beef and carrots pate that she had
started for breakfast. I ate a salad and
Tommy was interested in what I was eating. Maybe she thought that I was eating
her grass.
I was supposed to go to a lecture,
but since I had napped a little too long, I stayed home. Thursday is always a
busy television night and I still had to watch the first two episodes of American Horror Story. I guess Tommy
doesn’t care for horror. When I started watching, she headed into the bedroom
to nap under the bed.
Later when I was watching Grey’s Anatomy, Tommy came back and sat
on her rug. Tommy and I played for a
while as I watched the show. She had gone and sat by the fleece teaser to
indicate that we hadn’t been playing enough.
After playing for a while Tommy
went back to sitting on her rug and I reclined on the sofa to watch Scandal.
The next thing I knew it was 12:30 A.M. We had both fallen asleep. I got
up and as I was turning everything off, Tommy woke up and headed right into the
bedroom. She got her second wind and started playing on the scratching post.
When I finished getting ready for and got into bed Tommy played with her yellow
ball. I knew that we didn’t have to get up early in the morning so I said good
night and turned out the light. Tommy walked around the bed and jumped up,
mewed at me and jumped off the other side. I’m not sure if she was complaining
that I wasn’t going to play, or was saying good night. I was too tired to
investigate and knew that I would learn her meaning during the night if she
came up on the bed or stayed under the bed.
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