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.
Yesterday I held serenades by the door when my human got home. Long, drawn out exclamations of love (for soft food). Some tripping around feet. Tip of tail wiggling (yes I have started to master it now). Stretching up towards the counter to try speed things up. More serenades and voila, my food was served. I sometimes don’t eat instantly. Sometimes I continue my serenades until my human is about to leave the kitchen and then I eat.
But I ate. Salmon I believe it was. I would like that other fish, herring, but for some reason my human cannot catch one of those tins [owner notes: sold out in the store].
Later that evening, after some racing around in our home, looking at birds, sun worshiping, and minor cuddles I got more soft food. Wut?! I always try to get more food but never do. This time I did. What’s going on?
Then, this morning, when I decided it was time for my human to wake up I only managed one purr and slight poking at the cover before she bolted out of bed with a “Shit!”, rushed out in the kitchen and removed my dry food bowls. And I didn’t get any food at all. What the H is going on? Well, if I can’t get some service in this joint then I will cling on my human until I do. I’ll be the poo that never quite leave your bum, and you don’t want to lick it off because there’s too much of it. It’s there. It’s irritating. But you don’t want to deal with it. …okay, not the greatest analogy.
I better get some food later today!
The routines in my home have changed and I’m not liking them very much. Before, my human and I got up after the birds started singing. We got up and did the bathroom thing where I got cuddles. Then I sometimes helped pick out clothes for my human. After that my human did her thing, at home mostly, and I went back to sleep for quite some time. When I woke up I always made my presence known and then watched birds och got chased by my friend, who apparently can’t be seen by humans. Also, we have a moth that just won’t die so I chase that when I see it.
Much later my human and I got comfortable in the sofa. Sometimes too comfortable. We usually fell asleep there before heading to bed.
But now… we get up before the birds even. It’s not natural! Sure, I don’t have to get up but then I’ll miss out on precious cuddle time. Because now my human leaves! Leaving me all alone. So far she’s managed to come home, which is good. Not like that time when I was truly alone for far too long.
Most of the time though I go back to bed before she’s even left. And when she gets back I usually sing serenades at the door to catch up. I have a lot of cuddles to collect before the routine starts all over again.
So far so good.
Oh and I was brought to the veterinarian again. He didn’t prod me like last time. Instead he removed the stitches in my face. I can now rub against my human without problems. There were complaints when the stitches scratched her skin. Not my fault! I didn’t want to go in the first place!