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.
To state the obvious… it’s been a while. So what’s been happening? It’s warmer. The sun has been shining on and off through the windows and I have been basking in the light whenever possible. The birds are populating the trees outside a bit more now. I remember a while back both my human and I got startled by a pigeon on a mission flying past the window. Shwoooosh.
I still like to sleep under blankets and covers at night time or early mornings.
…especially now. I was brought to the veterinarian some time ago and went through the same silly procedure as last time but this time my shoulders were trimmed in large patches. I look a little nerdy but it’s ok. A bit chilly at times. But I make use of my human and blankets to keep warm. She owes me that much.
So I apparently have these things growing on me. They don’t really bother me although I have accidentally scratched one of the now removed lumps. But I must have more because my human won’t stop prodding, poking and squeezing me in various places. I’m really fed up with that. And waking up in the bathroom all wiggly and feeling the need to throw up is not fun either.
The best part was that I was given soft food afterwards. I believe there was something mixed in it but I ate it anyway. Before, I only had nibbles. The food never interested me. But now… YUM! I make sure that my human understands that I like this food. It tastes of fish. I stand by the door and sing serenades and squirm to make sure those feet head towards the kitchen – after cuddles of course! So far so good.
Now I’m just waiting for my fur to grow back.
In the bathroom resting after surgery
How am I supposed to sleep with dogs barking and howling too early in the morning? Do they not have any respect for sleeping creatures? Can’t they learn to use a litterbox like everyone else and not whine because they need to potty? I didn’t get sleep because my human wouldn’t stay still because of all the noise. At one point we moved to the sofa but there the nightmares picked up and I ended up growling at my human because she ruffled my head to calm me down. I did calm down and involuntarily started to purr. But still, I get scared when I hear sudden noises or when I see/experience fast movements – or touched in sleep. Like these new feet warmers my human use. Or I should say ‘used’. They sound just like the bed does when I plod along on the cover, just more intense. It felt best to avoid them to be safe so I hid behind the table and peeked around the corner. Now the feet warmers are only used in bed, which is fine with me because I don’t have to see and hear them.
On a good note, my tail is improving. I’ve been practicing to move the tip in smooth motions. It’s working out wee because I can now bend the tip a little to show content and curiosity. My former human was the first to notice it a while back. I got lost of aaaawww’s and ooooo’s. Made me feel proud!
…but it hasn’t stopped me from accidentally smacking my human in the face with it. Oooops!
As a last note for this time around, my fur has bulked up. I’m chunky now. Winter seasons does that to me. It’s all fun and soft now but just wait until it gets warmer. Shedding galore!
I hope I get a nice gift this year.
It’s been a while, I know. I’ve suffered heat waves for far too long. I have been passed out like a bent sausage in every single comfortable place I can find. The sofa. The livingroom table. The radiator pouch (only mornings). The floor even.
The one place I have stayed away from, except for drinking my water, is he window. The sun has been blaring on the back windows in the morning and then come around on the front side in the afternoon. The blinds have been shut so no watching birds – as if I had the energy. But it has still been too hot to stay in the windows too long. Even if they are slightly open.
It is cooler now though. I spent the morning in the window resting on a blanket. Cool air sips in from the outside. Very, very nice. Before that I shared the bed with my human. It’s cool enough to sleep in the bedroom again. Heat seems to affect humans too. Way too much tossing and turning for my taste.
Oh, speaking of birds and windows. Yesterday was the first day in a long time the birds outside made such noise. Like… a lot! Both my human and I was drawn to the chatter and looked outside. There were many of them. Different sizes. They were fighting in a tree some ways away from us, and some of them flew past our window. I saw neighbouring cats in other windows also highly interested in what was going on.
Me, comatosed in the sofa.
Me, comatosed on the table.
Me, comatosed in the window.
I have to include the following. It was before the heatwave started and i was resting in the sofa with my human. It was evening. It was dark. I was leaning at the back of her legs when I suddenly heard unfamiliar sounds, scraping sounds. I twitched and looked over the blanket clad legs. Nothing there. Just my human. I was confused. I heard something. My human on the other paw started laughing hysterically and took pictures of me. You do not laugh in the presence of invisible or hiding entities that make strange sounds!
[owner note: I scratched a minor scab on my arm]
I heard a noise that I didn’t like but couldn’t find the source.
There’s an intruder in my home. A moth. I have tried to catch it but it’s highly evasive. It flutters irratically making it hard to focus on it and catch it. My human has tried too. She scares me when she does that because she claps her hands and I really don’t enjoy the clapping of hands.
We’ve also had a huge black fly buzzing in the kitchen windows. It was interesting to chase but I certainly didn’t want to put that into my mouth. It comes from the outside and you never know where it’s been. The outside is not safe. There are horrors.
Lately I’ve not been able to sleep in the windows. Mostly because there’s been no sun. The second has been because of loud … growling outside. Whatever it was it made noise outside all windows. Sometimes it made our home vibrate. Even my human, who is usually not too bothered, seemed irritated. Who wouldn’t be if they heard “bwwwrraaaaaaaahhhhhh” over and over [owner inserts: “Drilling and maintenance in the basement”].
Everything is much better now. I can sleep basically anywhere without interruptions. I like my bed. I try to claim the middle as often as possible but sometimes it’s just very difficult. My human tosses and turns in the morning, sometimes bumping into me. I usually get an appologetic stroke when that happens. I catch up on lost sleep after my human gets up though. I get all the covers aaalll to myself. Bliss!
The sun peeked through today. I got a chance to rest in the sun for a long time. It was really nice. First I rolled up as a bun in the window letting my back absorb the heat. Then I rolled over on the side to heat up my belly. After that I moved to the livingroom table and stretched out like a little sausage. The stacked pillows in the sofa was my last sunny resort.
I hope I can do the same tomorrow.