You know how sometimes life steps in and you don't get a chance to do all the things that you want to do, like write in your Buddies blog? Yeah, things have been a little like that lately. They say that the only thing that's constant in life in change, and for once, they may be right.
One other thing that seems to be a constant though, at least for the foreseeable future, is our relationship with the buddies. Since we last caught up with our four-footed heroes and heroines, Elroy had to go get a dental (his first one), but came out with flying colors, no extraction, and great bloodwork (yay, Elroy!); Mango got another UTI and got to meet a new vet (who's literally about three minutes from our house); and we discovered that Otto and Wanda will definitely take it out on the other cats when we don't give them the attention they feel like they deserve. Which has happened a lot lately, given the vast variety of stressors we've been dealing with. Maybe that's another blog post.
One thing I noticed recently, which I'm sure has always been the case and I just really never noticed, is that Mister is always watching me. One of his favorite games is to let us sit out on the front porch while he stands, shadow-cat-like, in the window of my office/library, the curtain behind him and the light from the room making out a distinct Mister shape in the window. Or his second-favorite game, which involves him lying on the guest bed on his back and rolling around cutely while we're on the back porch, trying unsuccessfully to get us to open the window from the outside so he can see us and smell us without having to compete with the other cats. I'm certain he must have learned somewhere how to squish up his face and roll around on his back, paws just so, to have the maximum cuteness impact. If he didn't, and he's just a natural at it, he should really think about giving other cats lessons on it. Mister is a master. (Eventually, I have to come around the house and open the window because I'm a sucker for the cuteness.)
The point being that it seems like no matter where I am these days, Mister wants to be there, too. I try to type on the computer--Mister wants to sit in front of the screen. I read sitting up in bed--Mister sits on my head. (Okay, not actually on my head, but on top of the pillows right above it, definitely touching it.) Sean said that the other night, when he found me asleep on the couch after vainly trying to stay awake reading, Mister was sitting on the coffee table, just gazing at me, watching me sleep. How many girls can say they get that kind of treatment? A guy watching you sleep?!? Yes, he's a feline guy, but I hardly think that makes a difference--it's all still love.
I'm just astonished that some people still think cats are aloof. Clearly they've never met our buddies.
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