Life is rough. Here it is, 8:45 on Sunday morning and I’m exhausted.
Finally got the humans up, ordered a bit of soft food and a wee bowl of diluted juice from a can of water-packed tuna on the side, had a group cuddle while they nursed their first coffees…
And I still have the whole day ahead…. I think I’ll have a snooze.
Why we love our pets:
I have not succumbed to a brooding summer cold, but have a splitting headache. Today mid-morning I turned out the lights in my office and eased myself down on the floor for a nap, and…
Choco the Cat came in, meowked around a bit, gingerly stepped onto my chest, stretched out, and set the purr machine on 11.
“It’s OK, daddy, I’ll purr you better!”
Roll-your-own sushi for my birthday. Thank you to my lovely wife Yumi for the delectable feast!
And yes, Choco the Cat has officially attained the age of batshit-crazy grandma who doesn’t give a #$%* anymore about proper behaviour. : -)
We don’t have it in us to discipline the old gal in the twilight of her years. Choco has been a wonderful addition to the family ever since we got her from the Burnaby SPCA many years ago.
She just looks hurt and confused if admonished these days, a noticeable contrast to her youth when she learned quickly.
You have to make adjustments as a beloved companion ages.
We’ve been rearranging furniture, and adding “steps” here and there so she can still get to her favorite places.
Damn I love my kitty, even when she wakes us at 5 am…
Thank goodness this is “just woke up” face, and not “feed me now” face…
I took advantage of a lull in the rain to get some closeup shots around our front door and on our balcony. Also one of our turtle under her sun lamp.
For the photographers, these were shot with a Nikon D300 DSLR and my all-manual, some 35-year-old 55mm/3.5 Micro Nikkor.
Dori looks more orange than green with the warm color temperature of her basking lamp
Well that was a lovely nap.
Choco the cat kept following me around and “talking” to me this morning after my wife went off to her CPA study group.
I couldn’t figure out what Choco wanted. Food? Fed. Water? Watered. Cuddle? Rebuffed. Play? Ignored.
The cold, grey, rainy day should have been a clue.
At one point I went back upstairs to the bedroom and within seconds heard a bouncy jingle following me. She jumped up on the bed, and began talking again.
Oh, could it be…? I lay down, made an inverted V with my legs, covered up with a fuzzy blanket, and she slipped into the tent, curled up, and was snoring within a minute.
[Jeez those humans take long enough to understand!]
The snooze lasted about half an hour before she overheated, but that’s the highlight of my day so far 🙂 .
G’night from Choco, who is poking her head around the filing cabinet, wondering if I’ll pack it in early tonight…
This is why it’s a good idea to use toothpicks when feeding a turtle. She doesn’t bite on purpose, but sometimes she gets carried away, especially when given an uncommon treat like bits of steamed kabocha squash this evening.
Fortunately she spits out the bits of toothpick that she bites off in her eagerness. Sometimes we feed her treat using chopsticks.
You know it’s getting colder when Choco the cat starts seeking laps to warm up in.
Now that’s how to watch TV on a cool autumn eve.
Stretched out for maximum comfort
She knows I want to get up, and a moody glare starts building in her eyes. Don’t care if ya gotta pee, Daddy, don’t move!
Photos by Yumi
OK, cat, I’m up.
Headache, congestion, ache all over… so slept in a few hours.
Survived repeated rounds of nose-to-nose sniffing, ear meowing, and body walking, but literally biting the hand that feeds her finally got me out of bed.
Mission accomplished, she is now happily curled up in the guest chair in my office. Sigh.
And the stars aligning as they are, giggling in gleeful madness, I am scheduled for my flu shot today.