Tommy was back to her old
ways. She started waking me up at 5:00, but at least she still started with the
purring and rubbing my arm. She didn’t get vocal until around 6:30. She really
kicked it in gear when the heat pump started. She jumped on the bed and let me
know that it was time to get up and take care of her.
I gave her the Thanksgiving
breakfast of turkey and vegetables in gravy. She ate most of it and then went
back to bed. That gave me the time to catch up on Grandpa’s diaries. The rest
of the morning was spent getting ready to go to visit the family in
Oshkosh. Tommy could tell that something
was up when I turned on the radio, she ran to the living room and sat on the
sofa.
When I was ready to leave, I
went to the living room and picked up Tommy. As I took her back to the bedroom
she cried which just made it all the more difficult to leave her. She had her
food and water and toys. She’d be okay, and I would be back soon.
When I returned Tommy was glad
to see me and spent some time purring as I petted her. She enjoyed sitting in
the Market Day cooler bag and just smelling all the new scents that I’d brought
back from the family and their pets.
We spent the rest of the night
just being together playing and enjoying each other. Tommy would at times go into the bedroom and
hang out in the bungalow, but when I went to either computer, she would be
near. As I work on the dining table, Tommy sat on my gloves and hat. She was
making sure that I wasn’t leaving.
When it was time for bed,
Tommy beat me into the bedroom. I went in to find her on the top of her
bungalow searching for the illusive ray of light. She doesn’t quite understand
that the light is refracted from my glasses and I wasn’t there yet.
I wished her a good night and
as I was getting into bed, Tommy jumped on the bed to have her late night
snack. Once that was done she bounded back up to the top of the bungalow and
then back down and out to the living room. I was sure that she still had plenty
of pent-up energy that needed to be expended. Once she was done, she’ll come to
sleep on the bed.
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