Today has been bliss to be perfectly honest. I shared the bed with my human and we had a bit of a very warm cuddle moment under the covers. It’s been a while. Sometimes I don’t feel like it, sometimes she doesn’t feel like it, or have time, but that’s fine. Today we cuddled and I got my belly rubbed. When it was time to get up I got more cuddles in the bathroom, and I decided when I had enough for a change. I did complain a little when my human delayed. Showers. Why? There’s no shed fur to remove.
After my tuna breakfast (and later that … yoohghuuurrt) I went back to bed and slept for a while. It was cold though, so just in time for the sun to spread its rays across the living room window I showed up and made myself comfortable. My human kept herself occupied with something or other while I graciously moved positions in the warmth of the rays. A little bit of sideways. A little bit of paws in the air. A little bit of curled up ball.
I also did some grooming. Slow washing. Front left paw. Toes. Front left leg. Belly. Front right leg, paw, toes. Private parts – cannot neglect those. More paws. I know I was filmed but I ignored it – for the most part. Apparently filming got boring because my human decided to give me more belly rubs and speak to me in a whispering voice. Purring commenced!
All days should be like this. Bliss!
A few nights ago my human was sitting in front of the entertainment box wrapped in a blanket. I was laying on her legs, on the blanket, like a lose ball and was observing her. She had that blanket and layers of human attire on. Some parts, like hands and face, were bare. Smooth. Bare. It dawned on me…
She has no fur!
I mean… I knew fur was missing but never actually thought about it. It’s one of those things that just slips by. Sure, there’s something that could be called fur on top of her head, but it remains in that area. It doesn’t spread. How could someone not have fur?! It’s so practical. I find it practical. I don’t have to waste valuable sleep and play time putting on additional layers. She should consider getting fur. But I guess if she did we wouldn’t have a need for the thick bed covers that I really like.
For instance, the early morning recently. There was a bit of tossing and turning again and it was a bit … not annoying but… I felt the need to calm her down. So I washed her hair for a moment until we could both fall asleep again. A bit later it was time to move about again. This time I used a different tactic. A tactic that benefit both. I forced myself under the cover and made myself comfortable all stretched out next to her. Oh the warmth! Thankfully the opening wasn’t closed or I’d probably die of overheating.
We stayed like that for a while and I got belly rubs and massage. I purred in response. Looks like having no fur has its benefits…
After years of training my human has finally understood that it is custom to serve shrimp more than once a week (I didn’t even get that) and tuna equally often. This week is the first time that I got shrimp two days in a row (praise Bastet!) and I do believe there are tuna cans in the cupboard. I haven’t exactly seen or smelled the cans but… you know, I hope. Hope is the last thing that an individual surrender.
Now there’s not a whole lot more I can teach my human. I have plenty of food to choose from even though I’m not picky. I have a relatively clean litter box that currently needs new sand. No biggie. There’s plenty of places to sleep, the bed being the best one because we share the warmth there. Oh I forgot to mention that we have changed the covers from thin ones to the thick ones. It scrunches when I walk on it. And it keeps us warm. Which leads me to the fact that all I have to do is poke the opening a little to be let under. No struggle. No bashing of a human head – although I have to headbutt her at times. Usually, I hit the nose and apparently that hurts because I usually get a loud “OW! in my ears. Suits you right for not letting me under quickly enough.
Few things beats sleeping in a warm lap.
And… like tuna garnish on a shrimp… I got to explore an area that I have never
been allow to explore – the top of the wardrobe. It was exciting but dusty. It made me sneeze. I’ve been up there twice now. If I can make her clean up there it would be awesome!
What else have I managed? The walk-in storage opens up a little more often now. Sun… well, we can’t control that one but I take every chance I get to soak in the sun. Yesterday was one of those days. I have my favourite spot in the livingroom window. The second best is the kitchen during mornings. But today it’s cloudy so I’ve had to settle for the radiator pouch.
Few things beats a sleep in a warm lap.One thing that I’m still not allowed to do is to serve myself treats. There was a chicken pizza with human delicacies on top and I desperately tried to squeeze into the lap of my human. That worked. Then I desperately made my entire body, and especially my nose, longer so I could perhaps get a nibble. That didn’t work. I circled the plate but a hand stopped me from entering the chicken sphere. Hope. It never leaves, right? Well, bits of chicken appeared on the floor. I was circling the area and just saw them there, one after the other. Sooo tasty. So I guess not being able to serve myself treats is okay as long as I get something – one way or another.
To avoid getting fat I decided to have a run around my territory. I attacked the sofa and pulled back my ears to the best of my ability. The left one is a little daft and has been since birth. I heard a sudden noise and bolted across the back and down on the side. Then I leapt over our large cushions and rushed to the bedroom. Then I ran back, crawled under the sofa and attacked the cover hanging down from the seats. Now I just take it easy and rest.
I think something is going on. My food bowl and water bowl are gone. They were removed some time last night. To make sure my human hasn’t stopped loving me I made quite the effort to show my love … during the night. I like leaning against legs the most but this time I went for the torso. I’ve been purring and rubbing against the face of my human. I even washed her hair at one point.
When she finally woke up I put my purring in new gear, only to be halted by clogged up throat. But that didn’t stop me. I squirmed, purred, squirmed some more and stroke my chin against her glasses. In return I got belly rubs and massive cuddles.
But no food…
To be continued I suspect.
My human was a bit restless this morning so I figured I’d take the opportunity to get some cuddles before we got out of bed. I slowly moved up towards the pillows, chirped and purred, and carefully headbutted my human. It always results in kisses on the forehead. I flipped over and was instantly embraced by her arms [owner inserts “to prevent stage-dive from the bed”]. I moved around on my back a bit while purring some more. I got belly-rubs in return.
Now she’s less than amusing to be around. I want to play but she doesn’t. I meow for attention and I get shushed at instead. Might as well go pout in my radiator pouch.
Speaking of resting – or no rest at all… The other day she got up earlier than usual and left with the laundry basket. When she returned a little while later she had breakfast in the sofa instead of at the desk. It got me curious so I stayed up a bit longer. After that she cleaned up the mess in the kitchen [owner inserts “painting tools and newspapers”] including the table counter. The Suck Monster cleaned the floors and some of the shelves in the larger room. By the time she finished I was exhausted! I wasn’t able to sleep while she was this active. When she was done I passed out in her lap while she watched large humans move on the telly.
I’m starting to wonder if my human has a cat on the side. Recently she’s been away more than usual, and when she comes home her socks have a familiar carpet smell. We only have one carpet in our home and it’s not it. She wears slippers at home. She also have foreign cat hair on her clothes. It kind of smells like my old home and my house-pal Sefima. Of course these scents need to go away so I have been extra cuddly to rub in my own scent on her. I usually focus on her glasses. If another cat is ‘in her face’ then they will definitely know she’s already claimed!
We’ve also had a few early mornings where I’ve forced myself in between the covers for a bit of camping. We have a chilly bedroom so it’s extra nice to be surrounded by warmth. Sometimes I stay above all covers and just headbutt her and flip on my back to tread air. That’s fun. Best way to get belly rubs! It almost makes me forgive her for visiting other cats.