When I woke up during the
night Tommy was sleeping up on her bungalow. As I passed by on the way to and
from the bathroom I stopped and petted her. Right after I got into bed, Tommy
came down and jumped up on the bed to sleep. Whatever had been bothering her
was now gone and all was good again.
Sometime after 5:00 Tommy
began her not so subtle way of letting me know that she was awake. This time
after announcing that she would be coming up near my head, she stuck her nose
right in my face as if to say, “I love you, I’m here and you should wake up.” I
of course ignored her pleas but did always pet her and say nice things to her.
When the furnace kicked in for
the morning, it was Tommy’s cue that I would be getting up. She came running
into the bedroom to check on my progress and ran to the kitchen when she saw me
coming. She supervised my breakfast preparation until she was served, then I
was free to go about my other business.
Right before I got out of bed
I heard Tommy in her litter box. She seemed to be scratching plastic, but I
wasn’t sure what had happened. When I
went to empty the litter box I rolled it over and saw the screen flap. When I
opened the drawer there was a huge amount of litter. It appeared that Tommy had
unhooked the screen. I fixed the screen and tried again; this time with
success. I hope this was just an
accident and Tommy wasn’t going to continually unhook the screen since she’d
never done it before today.
Chores all done, I ate
breakfast, did the puzzles and completed some paperwork. Tommy enjoyed the
morning sun on the ottoman. When I was working in the study, Tommy came in to
remind me that I wasn’t spending enough time with her, so I went out in the
living room, but Tommy went and sat in the sun under the glass table…so much
for quality time together!
I was meeting a friend for lunch, so I got
ready and as I put on my shoes, Tommy figured out that I was leaving. She moved
to the ottoman. I put a treat in her hat/bed and left. When I returned the
treats were gone and Tommy greeted me at the door.
As I was sitting on a chair
Tommy came up to nuzzle my feet like she always does. When she finished, I
uncrossed my legs and put my feet on the floor. Tommy came back, jumped up on
the chair and sat on my lap for a minute while she rubbed her face against the
clipboard I was holding. She didn’t stay
long, but at least she sat on my lap for a couple minutes, something she hadn’t
done for quite a while.
I moved to the sofa to read and
Tommy again jumped up. This time she walked around the top of the sofa before
exiting and heading to the bedroom for her afternoon siesta. After a while I
wanted to stretch out, so I also moved to the bedroom where we enjoyed a nap
and Tommy had me next to her to keep her warm.
When it was time for dinner I
got up and Tommy figured out that it must be time to eat, so she followed me
out to the kitchen. I already had put out her dinner to warm it so she was able
to eat right away. As she ate, I went to
close the blinds. Tommy doesn’t like the noise associated with raising and
lowering the blinds, but I didn’t expect her to go under the dining table.
After I finished, I went and try to reassure her that the noise was over, but
she chose to move to the bedroom. I guess she would finish her dinner later.
I continued and then prepared
to go to the condo association annual meeting. Tommy came out and I got to pet
her and say good bye before I left. When
I returned after the 2½ hour meeting, we played and hung out until Tommy
indicated that she was tired. I was glad that she was ready for bed, because I
was too.
I got ready for bed and Tommy
snoozed in the living room on her rug. When
I turned out the lights and said good night, Tommy stayed in the living room.
After about 15 minutes I heard her calling out so I called for her, but there
was no response. I turned out the lights and soon the calling started again,
but this time when I called Tommy came in, jumped on the bed, and curled up to
sleep. I fell asleep reassured once again the Tommy was happy and in the right
place.
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