here kitty, kitty
festus has this separation anxiety when i'm home in the afternoons. [in the mornings, he doesn't care about anything but food.] if i'm in the kitchen, so is he, usually pawing my leg and whining. if i'm in the living room, he's there as well, sprawled out nearby if he isn't allowed to curl up on me. if i'm in the office, he's either in the chair behind me [i switch office chairs to suit my back] or curled up in a box lid. ditto for everywhere else.
what i find amusing about it is that he'll follow me around. i've heard dogs do this. but if i move from my desk to the bathroom [barely out of sight] he'll flop himself down on the threshold of the bathroom and wait. when i return, he returns. if i move around at all, he'll follow me, no matter how short a duration the move.
just a bit ago, i stretched out on the floor for a little ceiling stare [helps creative juices flow]. festus emerged from his box lid, padded a whole three feet, and curled up on my shoulder. not in the crook of my arm or neck, but on the shoulder. i find it endearing, though waking at 3 am to a mouth full of cat tail is decided not cute.
we'd been there on the floor a whole minute when charlotte demonstrated her own supercat abilities. she only follows me around in the mornings as i get ready. in the afternoons, she ignores me. but whenever i lay down, wherever i lay down, she will come lay down on top of me. she has done this as long as i've known her. her timing is flawless.
so within a minute of stretching out, festus and charlotte had settled on my shoulder and across my thighs. charlotte tends to prefer my legs. festus wants to paw my face for attention, and selects perches within easy reach.
i get up from my stretch, and what happens? festus goes to his box, and charlotte saunters out of the room. if i were a scientist, i'd stretch out again with a stopwatch.
curious note:
when i enter my bedroom, i see charlotte curled on the bed. always. the very first day after i'd slept on the floor beside my bed, i came in to find her curled up on the floor exactly where she'd have been if that blanket had been the bed. for the four nights on the floor, i never once saw her curled on the bed. the night i returned to the bed was followed by her curling up on the bed. i have witnessed the same thing happen with the futon when the semester gets too busy to risk sleeping too long on a bed. bizarre.
and now, back to faux lesson planning.
love and peace
what i find amusing about it is that he'll follow me around. i've heard dogs do this. but if i move from my desk to the bathroom [barely out of sight] he'll flop himself down on the threshold of the bathroom and wait. when i return, he returns. if i move around at all, he'll follow me, no matter how short a duration the move.
just a bit ago, i stretched out on the floor for a little ceiling stare [helps creative juices flow]. festus emerged from his box lid, padded a whole three feet, and curled up on my shoulder. not in the crook of my arm or neck, but on the shoulder. i find it endearing, though waking at 3 am to a mouth full of cat tail is decided not cute.
we'd been there on the floor a whole minute when charlotte demonstrated her own supercat abilities. she only follows me around in the mornings as i get ready. in the afternoons, she ignores me. but whenever i lay down, wherever i lay down, she will come lay down on top of me. she has done this as long as i've known her. her timing is flawless.
so within a minute of stretching out, festus and charlotte had settled on my shoulder and across my thighs. charlotte tends to prefer my legs. festus wants to paw my face for attention, and selects perches within easy reach.
i get up from my stretch, and what happens? festus goes to his box, and charlotte saunters out of the room. if i were a scientist, i'd stretch out again with a stopwatch.
curious note:
when i enter my bedroom, i see charlotte curled on the bed. always. the very first day after i'd slept on the floor beside my bed, i came in to find her curled up on the floor exactly where she'd have been if that blanket had been the bed. for the four nights on the floor, i never once saw her curled on the bed. the night i returned to the bed was followed by her curling up on the bed. i have witnessed the same thing happen with the futon when the semester gets too busy to risk sleeping too long on a bed. bizarre.
and now, back to faux lesson planning.
love and peace
posted by Rehkmira @ 22:34
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