Two nights ago, Junior didn’t come in at bedtime. Husband closed the door, turned on the cat doorbell and went to bed. At 1:30 Junior was still a no-show. So husband got dressed and went into the yard to look for Junior. Leo helped, but neither found him. I stayed in bed because I knew that if Junior was in the yard, he would have come in when Husband turned on the porch light. I was worried that the foxes or owl we saw got Junior, but if that was the case, what good would it do to look for him?
At two-thirty, Junior showed up and rang the cat bell. We asked him, “What the hell?” He barked out something about having fallen asleep.
“What, in the ditch halfway across town?”
Anyway, we were short on sleep that night. So LAST NIGHT, Leo decided to “help.” Since it has gotten colder, he has taken to sleeping on the bed again. MY SIDE. And he doesn’t curl up like a cute cat, either. No, he sprawls out in this stretched pose that reaches from the bottom of the bed to halfway up. OR he does this across my legs. If he wants to curl into a ball, he tries to do it under my chin. No, he doesn’t fit there. Not even a paw or two!
It got down to 35 last night so when Leo got cold or bored, he came up on the bed. He went from one pose to the other. FINALLY, he left. Well, he must have noticed that Husband and I often check the thermometer by the window. He apparently thinks that the thermometer can CHANGE the temperature because he proceeded to beat on the thing, slapping at it. I am pretty sure that did not help change the temperature. He decided to give it some time. He left to eat and get water, but came back and beat at the thermometer again. Didn’t help. Still cold. So he came up on the bed. I pretended to be asleep. He patted my face with one paw, claws out, just in case I WAS asleep and needed to be threatened into waking. “Meaorow,” he said. I interpreted this as, “The thermometer is broken. It’s not warming up out there!”
“That’s not the way it works, Cat. And no, you cannot go outside and check. Pipe down. You can wait until at least 4 before going out.”
He tried to curl up under my chin. He then took up half the bed by my legs. In less than the prescribed hour, he went and checked the thermometer again! He beat on it several times. Paced. Beat some more. Then, back on the bed. Pat, pat. “HEY YOU. THE THERMOMETER IS BROKEN.”
“Listen, Little Dude Cat. It is not 4 yet and you are not going out until 4. PIPE DOWN.”
He huffed at me and decided that I could just pet him until four. Even when he was a kitten, when he wanted to be pet, he would stuff his head under your hand. Never mind whether the hand did any actual petting or not, he would stuff his head there anyway and just wait. So last night he stuffed his head under my hand and purred away.
Very funny, cat.
When it was five til four, I let him out. Good Gad. What does it take to get some sleep around here???