Homesteader update: (AKA the white dish rag; nosy Rosy, CAT!!!)
My primary function in life these days is to provide a lap in the green
recliner that looks out on the front of the Acres through the
doorwindow. From there, she can see the bird feeder, the chipmunks
scurrying around the flower pots, the Outlaw gang as they mosey by, and
the peepers climbing the glass. Favorite imaginary meals? The
chipmunks and the mourning doves. At least those are the ones that
will get her out of my lap to charge the window, prop her front paws on
the glass, strike the "ears back intimidating pose", and watch the
scattering. She follows the Outlaw Gang from window to window as they
pass the house. She hates it, no doubt, that they ignore her.
She
makes a great alarm clock--if consistency is a measure of greatness.
Every morning at 7:30 AM: plop on the bed, pointy paws up and down my
back, a morning serenade, and a cold nose in the face. I assume the
serenade is along the lines of "Get up lazy human. It's a new day."
Ugh. Yes, she also does a great job as a snooze alarm.
Current
favorite toy: that budget-busting cap from the top of a bottle of
bottled water. Especially joyful to knock around on the tiles or to
drop down the stairs. It seems that noise is a necessary component of
fun. She also loves playing with ink pens that she knocks from my desk
to the floor. Weird. If I start finding anonymous notes around the
house, I'll really start to worry.
Basking in sunlight is a must
for each day. (Provided there is some.) Usually in the mornings it's
in front of the doorwindow and in the afternoons the bathroom floor
upstairs. Wherever rays can be found.
Favorite speed: the dash.
Favorite way to distract the slave: get in his lap and place both your
paws over the arm he's trying to type with on the computer. And be
sure to express your disgust when he makes you move--even if it's just
to his lap.
Each day is the same battle: Who's the boss? What? Of course I'm losing.
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