Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Tommy came into the bedroom about 6:30 and started what only can be described as a general noise explosion.  She went to check out what was happening outside, but since the blinds were drawn, she poked her head, and then the rest of her body through the slats to get a better view. When she was finished looking, she used the same technique to exit from behind the blinds. This of course cause quite a bit of noise.

The closer we got to wake up time, the more noise she made either with her voice or using objects, such as chewing on a foil ball. She finally jumped up on the bed right next to my head and let me know that she was awake, like I didn’t already know that. Right before the heat came on, Tommy again shown up on the bed and let me know that she knew the heat was coming on, so I’d better get moving which I did.

The first hour of the morning was spent completing the morning chores and computer work.  Once I finished feeding Tommy and doing the posting, I went to empty the litter box.  I noticed that there was toilet paper on the floor near the entrance to the “inner bathroom.” 

I looked in and saw that the roll was on the floor and the first couple of feet had definite shred parks as if “someone” had put her claws into the roll before it fell off the holder. Since that part of the bathroom is closed when I’m not home and I had reopened last night when I returned form choir, I knew that Tommy had played with the paper roll after I went to sleep.

She’s never done that before. The only times that she’s gone in and shredded the paper was when I was gone, so I’d gotten used to closing the bathrooms before I’ve left. She’s never played with the toilet paper when I’ve been here, so I’m wondering why last night was any different.

When I discovered the roll, Tommy had been watching me from nearby, but moved quickly to under a chair as I said, “What the heck?”  After cleaning up the little mess I went to see her.  Suddenly I had a little kitty that wanted to be petted and lick my hand. It seemed that Tommy knew just how to “play me.”

We spent the rest of the morning sitting on the sofa. Tommy was napping or relaxing and I was reading and watching programs on the DVR from last evening. Either of us would occasionally get up to either handle a personal need or just have a temporary change of scenery.

While drinking coffee on the sofa, I accidentally spilled some while putting the mug back on the table. I immediately jumped up and ran to get a paper towel. I must have scared Tommy because she ran to the study to get out of the way.  After I cleaned up my mess, I went to check on her. After some petting and calm words of apology, she went back out and rejoined me on the sofa.

At noon I got out her snack i.e. hairball treatment/treats and put them out for her. I couldn’t figure out why she didn’t immediately go and eat it like she usually did. I figured out the problem when I picked up my laptop from the table. It seemed that I had placed her treat plate directly in line with the laptop thereby blocking her view. With the laptop removed, she noticed the dish, jumped down and ate her snack.

Tommy spent the afternoon napping on the sofa while I worked on posts and readings.  A friend called and we decided to see a movie later with friends, so Tommy would be spending another evening by herself. When she got up from her nap, I made sure that we had play time and she had dinner #1.

I got ready and left for the movie. When I returned, Tommy was waiting by the door. While dinner #2 lost its chill we played in the study. Tommy jumped up on the guest bed case and kept rubbing her face against my face. She’d never been quite that affectionate, so it was nice to see that she had missed me.

I stayed up later than usual so we could get in some extra play time in between Tommy nibbling at her dinner.  At times she really dove into the paper pile and attacked either the fleece or mouse teasers. It’s always fun to watch her when she’s completely involved in stalking and capturing her prey.

When it was time for bed, Tommy came into the bedroom, but since she hadn’t slept on the bed on previous nights when I’d been gone, I was pretty sure that I would have the bed to myself. Regardless of her previous behavior, I still put out her nighttime snack. It would probably still be there in the morning, but I still wanted to have it there, just in case she decided to sleep on the bed.