Friends, you might remember that I marked off my territory yesterday using this threshold as the dividing line. This was to give me some space from my hovering parents. I know, they just worry about me. Well, I was able to spend some alone time….sort of.
First I jumped up beside Lazy Leopard to have a nice chat. I was telling him all about my suite at the clinic when out of the corner of my eye, I see my mom’s eyes peering into the sun room. She was standing around the corner and stretching her neck around the door thinking that she could check on me without me knowing. hahahahahaha. First, my mom is not a giraffe, so it isn’t like she can stretch her neck that far so that we couldn’t see her body, and second, we cats are super swift noticing any movement in our peripheral vision.
So I jumped down and went over into my green chair that faces the window. This way I can not be seen from the threshold into the sun room. Just when I got into a great thinking pattern, out of my left eye I see this.
My dad is outside in the yard, putting up a new feeding station as requested by Bossy Backyard Blue Jay. I know that BBBJ wanted his new feeding station in place before winter, but I think my dad decided to put up the feeders because he could see me from the other side of the window. Then he tapped on the glass and waved to me and asked me how I was doing. Can a Cat get a nap?
So I changed places and went over into the chair beside Liz-ard. I was telling her about winter because this will be her first one here with us in our habitat. I told her not to worry, because we will be safe and warm inside and then this happened…
My dad began to clean the sun room windows with a hose! Now technically, he was not violating our territorial agreement as he did not enter the sun room. However, blasting the windows with water does not create a tranquil environment now does it?
I am going back to the negotiating table with my parents. I am now going to demand a no-fly zone around the sun room for at least two hours during the sunshine segment of the day. This is a fair request, don’t you think?
The Bob is right here on my keyboard and has been sleeping on my head. But this afternoon he was stalking the cows in the field next door and really wasn’t happy about his dad and me trying to take pictures and shrieking about “how cute. . .just like a real cat” he was. That’s when he gave us the “Could you please get a life?” look.
Gracey,
I feel your pain. When I was sick, my mom made me claustrophobic with all of her baby talk and following me around like a little puppy dog. It was ridiculous. I know they care, but sometimes our humans just need to respect our remarkable healing abilities! Hope you can get some alone time soon. Try hiding behind Lazy Leopard. That may help… Glad you are out of the hospital, my friend!
The Cog